Trinity Loren, Mike Horner - Beefeaters Classic German Dub, (Comedy Version)

Shit. “Later!” I tossed behind my shoulder as I ran like an idiot to history. “Thanks for coming to see me.” Mr. MacDonald greeted me as I entered the room. “No worries.” I replied less-than-confidently as I took my seat. “Your bus comes at 3:30, right?” he checked with me. “I’ll make this quick. I understand you were visiting Officer Dickson when you were supposed to be in the washroom?” I was diligent. “I can’t say.” I replied solemnly. He chuckled. “Well, first off, if you hadn’t, you would have just said ‘no.’ Second of all, you can drop the act. This ‘need to know’ crap was for the students. We as teachers have to know about what goes on with our students. You know, in case there’s tensions or something.” His raspy voice rang through the room. “Basically, anything that’s important enough for one teacher to know about students, every teacher knows. It’s for your own safety.” “Mr. Salvador once told me that teachers aren’t there to be the student’s friend.” I replied slowly. He chuckled again. “First of all, I’m sure you noticed, Mr. Salvador is a bit of his own character. Second of all, though, he’s right.” He re-adjusted himself in his chair. “We’re not here big to be your friends. But we are here to be someone to talk to. Friendships can create bias. Remember that assignment where we looked at the bias levels in U.N. decisions?” I nodded. “Those countries are friends. I mean, we’re not here to get close to you, but we’re here to be here for you. Plus, what would it look like if I was showing excess favor to you? ‘Nah, it’s fine, we’re friends.’ Except it’s not fine. And if I didn’t, you might take it personally.” He sat back, pointing to me and nodding slowly like he gave the best argument ever. Every single person in my life was a god damn preacher. “So what’s your point?” I asked, eyeing the clock. He blinked. “Oh, sorry. I got a little off topic there.” he told mostly himself. “My point is, I wanted tits to ask you something. Did you go to the washroom then happen to see it, or did you straight-up 80 lie? I’m okay with either answer as long as it’s the truth.” “Second one.” I admitted. “Alright, cool.” he nodded, sitting back up. “Given what happened, vintage I understand. I couldn’t read her well enough if she was envious of what John was doing to Darleen, or worried that big John would look to someone other than her for companionship? Becca grinned and bit her bottom lip as the stream turned off and was replaced by a message which read “Models are currently in a private room”. About a minute later she stopped and said, I stood there now, fully naked in front of my girlfriend's best friend, who was also as good as naked on my sofa. “You didn’t do those things she said,” Passion whispered, trying to bring me into embrace, “she’s a liar, Heat Bringer; she just wants to hurt you.” "No…" she tried to deny, "No, I didn't. They’re always going to catch up with you. Queen Triada explained. “Oh no shit! “Just tell me the tits truth. I did love him when we first started going out all those years 80 ago. I was so hard. You’ve got to do that to me when we get home!" I grew up watching them with my dad and use to get season tickets, but he got pretty sick and now he's unable to walk, so most games we watch on T.V.” Yeah they're a tough team to root for now a days huh, I said as I got up, walked around the desk and sat on the corner of my desk in front of her. Oh, God, please don't stand me up! Her body stiffens and she arches her back. Thousands of different scenarios are playing out in my mind. “Chelsey! It was whispered around the office that the out-of-towner was a vital member of a Colombian vintage Drug Cartel. That time affected me no less than the first time. Please understand, I’ve spent my whole life being rejected, and every relationship I’ve been in has ended up a disaster.” The agents that entered the front door with me are taking drug cartel members out with precision.