Speakin' of awful social situations....today at work it was a different person deliverin' the mail. And he comes in the door and it's my fuckin' Freshman SOCIAL STUDIES TEACHER. We were the LAST class he ever taught, because we drove him fuckin' nuts. 'Cause let's face it we were little bastards. And he used to HATE to be called Marty. His name was Marty Kokocula. Weird ass name right? And we'd call him Marty every chance we got, and his face would always turn bright red and he'd be like "DON'T CALL ME MARTY I'M MISTER KOKOCULA!!!!" Believe me...if you could just see this guy...you'd laugh at your ass at the sight of it. Anyway near the end of the school year he told us he was gonna quit teaching because of kids like us and he was gonna go work at the post office. And that was the last I ever saw of him till today. So he drops off the mail and he's walkin' back out the door and I'm like "See ya Marty" and he kinda half stopped, he didn't turn around...but I could tell his face was red as hell. Haha it was such a weird ass
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