After STEM the fine foursome of ourselves were now excellent friends. We spend much time together with our playful antics and periods of pondering thought. We know established our selves as an official gathering of fine country gentlemen known as The DTEAM due to our last names all beginning with the English language's fourth letter "D". At this point we were starting to get smoothly accustomed to our classes this year. I will begin by saying Mrs.Huddy was the FUCKING GREATEST! She was an absolute legend. But with that being said, we enjoyed not because of her kindness and loving charisma, but also because us scallywags could get away with all sorts of shenanigans. Mrs.Huddy's class is one of the only classes where I can truly say I'd learned something useful. What was this skill that we ever do carefully mastered? Bullshitting everything. We were trained to cow-like animal feces everything because of that class. Test you didn't study for? We aced it. Homework we forgot to do? Wrote down random shit within the two minutes it took for her to check her homework. Perhaps one of the events in my life that has given me the greatest of lulz happend that one fateful day in Mrs.Huddy's. Before I go into full description as to what happened I would like to change Gangstalicious's name to "Lord Fuk Ur Bitch" bear with we its for the sake of the story and so I don't have to type out "Gangstalicious" every 2 fucking seconds. Anyways, one day the good Lord FUB forgot to do his homework in her class. He had to think quick about his course of action for he could not afford another zero into his homework category of his schooling reports. PREPARE YOUR SPHINCTER FOR WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! Like the fucking God he is he scribbles down for the definition of Madras ( which is a design of clothing)
A type of food.
A fucking type of food he says. For the illustration he scribbles a plate of Flying Spagetti Monster knows what hand shows it to her. She looks straight at it and says "oh this is a good job"
At this point by sides had gone into orbit from this top fucking kek.
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THE DTEAM: ORANGES
HumorThe DTEAM started off as something of imagination, but became something much greater. This is the story.
