One of the dangers when not paying attention when a student asks if the class can watch a dvd because it's the last period before autumn break is that you occasionally have to sit through a poor film.
But nothing prepared me for this.
That walking hairpiece that sounds like a foghorn produces sounds that cut through your soul. They are inhuman only comprehensible to gullible teens and dogs probably. I have produced farts with more musicality than this screeching…