There is nothing - nothing - worse than getting caught up in somebody else's in-joke. Apart, perhaps, from coming home to find Yoko Ono wiping her arse on your curtains. But getting caught up in an in-joke is nearly as bad.And school teachers are the worst:
"Here, Coleman", said Mr Wilko hardly able to hide his mirth, "Take this message to Dr Jenkins next door."
"What message, sir?"
"This: [posh voice] 'Oh, Hello!'"
[rolls eyes] "What? Again? That's the third time today sir."
There is a knock on the door.
"Come!"
In walks Simon from the class next door. He looks nervous.
"Well?"
"Message from Dr Jenkins, sir."
"YES?"
"It's... It's... [posh voice] Oh, hello!"
A roar of childish laughter can be heard from the classroom down the corridor.
"You still here, Coleman?"
And they dare to call ME mad.
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The Gnomes and I were discussing secret in-jokes and such. We'd be willing to bet a Dark Choc M&M to a Walmart clock that people who are out of the loop don't really want to hear about them.
Artificial Tortoises, the lot of them!
*snerk*
I had a tacher at school. Bastard.
Lionel is certainly a tacher. Although to be fair I did wonder whether this was going to be a Charles Hawtrey or Leslie Phillips joke.
TRT: it wasn't that pedantfile one, was it?
He was a cad. An absolute bounder, a rotter and a scoundrel to boot.
*snerk* indeed!
My money's on the M&Ms.
It's now official. My life is an in-joke.
I knew it.
:)
I think ALL teachers get upto that kind of stuff.
Explains a lot doesn't it.
I once caught our physics master, Mr Roderick, chasing the remedials teacher, the plump Mrs Humphreys, down an after school corridor, basting her rump with a Bunsen burner tube. His wife was French. Excellent. Dammit, that's good enough to be a poem.
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