Mr. Lingle makes my pringle sized dingle *t i n g l e*

Directly from the corrupt minds of sleep-deprived high school students in Ms. Luzenski's class, comes a story bound to make you crave the sweet release of death via bleach or fireworks up the ass. In the third person omniscient point of view, you will experience an orgasmic amount of pure smut that will make you rue the day you were conceived. If you hate yourself enough to read through 11 chapters of high school teachers and Papa John smut, then we have a very graphic and confusingly erotic novel for you!!