Even More Than I Hate Mexican Resturant Booths...

do I ABHORR my history teacher's incessant repetitions! Before I begin, let me explain the booths. I hate booths in Mexican Resturants. Hell, I hate booths in all resturants(and Red Lobster, which dosent count as a resturant because they serve chunks of doo doo). And before you think that is wierd, I want to know how the Eff people can even choke back the vomit when they sit in those things. Who knows what nasty, disgusting, individual, farted in that seat after a long hour of scarfing down burritos and chips and queso. Farts don't slide off of the booth seats, they become trapped in the seating, looming and waiting for the next heffer to come sit down and fart, and make friends with the farts that already live there. Not to mention the GUM that is encrusted to the bottom of invariably every single booth table, or the leather seats that stick to the backs of your legs. But the worst... the absolute WORST is the crack between the backboard of the booth and the seat. AHHH! The friggin crumbs, snot, and spit, and ass, that reside inside of that ravine are enough to extract, and peice together an entire Lobster. Gross

My History class is that ravine. The room is hot and I mean hot. It is Hotlanta. Everytime some sweaty person walks through the door, the hinges scream, and of course Mr. Repetition makes some comment about how the building staff is too good to come and spray it. Everytime. But its not just with the door, its with the lecture, and the jokes he makes during lecture, and with the door again, and the lecture again, and the jokes again, and the door, and the lecture...makes you want to papercut the corners of your lips. Maybe he simply doesn't notice the fact that he repeats himself, saying the same thing over with different sentence structure. Maybe he can't help it, I mean, I'm not holding the speech impediment against him, because that's just wrong. But I am holding the mound of phlegm that disco dances in the corners of his mouth, while he repeats the same sentence 50 fucking times against him.