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<p class="p1">Wanda eventually walked out after hearing the crying, bringing with her a semi-soiled toilet paper roll to help sop up his tears. Her pants weren't on, but Arnold wasn't wearing any glasses so she figured he wouldn't notice.</p>
<p class="p1">She sat down across from him. "Arnold, I know life can get you down sometimes, but this is one of those times where you need to man the fuck up and move on with your life. I mean, how many times have you thought you were going to hate a field trip and ended up learning something?"<br />Arnold blew his nose into Wanda's hair, mistaking it for a tissue. "I know, Wanda. It's just that being around Mrs. Frizzle intimidates me. I want a woman like her, and she's forty-three and married. Not that her husband is alive or anything, but you catch my drift."</p>
Arnold blew his nose into Wanda's hair, mistaking it for a tissue. "I know, Wanda. It's just that being around Mrs. Frizzle intimidates me. I want a woman like her, and she's forty-three and married. Not that her husband is alive or anything, but you catch my drift."</p>
<p class="p1">Wanda grabbed a pair of scissors from the other side of the room near the sink and started cutting the mucus-infused hair off of her head. "You know, I bet if you just talked to Mrs. Frizzle, she'd reconsider. She's drunk as shit anyway, so I doubt she would be too hard on you." She cringed as she accidentally punctured her ear with the scissors. Blood flowed onto the floor.</p>
<p class="p1">"Holy shit, that's Keesha!" Tim hollered.</p>
<p class="p1">Indeed, the Nicki Minaj lookalike, was, in fact, Keesha. Upon hearing her name, the kinky stripper brought her dancing to a halt. She slid the twenty feet down the pole, and hung her head in shame. All she had ever wanted to do was get away from the madness that was Mrs. Frizzle, and even then, she could not escape.<br />The half-conscious lady stumbled down the stairs, hurling herself into the stadium. She spilled her 128-ounce jug of what probably wasn't fruit punch on herself, banged her foot off of Phoebe, who was now muttering something about astrophysics and the theological factors of entomology, and tore her dress off in the ring, feet away from Keesha.</p>
The half-conscious lady stumbled down the stairs, hurling herself into the stadium. She spilled her 128-ounce jug of what probably wasn't fruit punch on herself, banged her foot off of Phoebe, who was now muttering something about astrophysics and the theological factors of entomology, and tore her dress off in the ring, feet away from Keesha.</p>
<p class="p1">Keesha sighed and let her hair down. "Damnit, Mrs. Frizzle. I tried to run away from you because your class always bored me. I thought if I learned to get crunk, maybe I would finally be happy."</p>
<p class="p1">Arnold was dead.</p>
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;"><span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:21px;">The entirety of the school burst out of the building wielding pinatas, firecrackers, and complimentary champagne. The battle was finally over. Everybody was crunk.</span>Back at the school, Wanda and Arnold were finishing the touches on his speech to Mrs. Frizzle when she got back. Arnold was determined to win his spot back in his much-beloved classroom.</p>
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<p styleclass=" max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;p1">The entirety of the school burst out of the building wielding pinatas, firecrackers, and complimentary champagne. The battle was finally over. Everybody was crunk.</p> ▼<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">"Now, say what we worked on, Arnold." Wanda gave him a reassuring thumbs-up.</p>
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">"Mrs. Frizzle, I know I've been an asshat to you recently about my opinions on your field trips, but I really don't mean it. It's just flirting and shyness, because in truth, I really wanna rub my hands up your shirt and motorboat those fine tits of yours. It's hard for me to be nice to people when I always have this raging boner that nobody will let me whip out. I just want to love you, and I hope you'll reconsider mauling me."</p>
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">Wanda gave him a smile. "That should win her over." Arnold smiled too. In fact, he puckered his lips together, leaned in, and...</p>
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">"Hey, look! It's the bus!" Wanda snapped her head around, breaking Arnold's nose with a fine crack. She wasn't sorry. She grabbed Arnold's penis and pulled him out into the front of the school, waiting for his teacher to arrive, gun in hand.</p>
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">The bus slowly grinded to a halt in front of the school. Mrs. Frizzle was tired, and she just needed to get up and go to sleep. She stood up, and accidentally slammed full speed on the gas pedal, launching the kids into the back of the bus with Keesha.</p>
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">"At my old school, we never..." Phoebe was cut off by the screaming of the class, including Mrs. Frizzle who smashed her head into the horn out of sheer annoyance. The class suddenly went silent, as they realized just what they had done. They all leaned their heads out of the shattered windows to take a peek at what they hoped was going to be just a coincidence.</p>
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">Arnold was dead.</p>
▲<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:14.0799999237061px;line-height:normal;">The entirety of the school burst out of the building wielding pinatas, firecrackers, and complimentary champagne. The battle was finally over. Everybody was crunk.</p>
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