When good teachers go bad


One Fuzzy Navel wine cooler down the hatch at Teacher's Night Out at the bowling alley.

Crazy teacher-lady says, "Eff you and the Vlasic you rode in on. Don't you know I'm a homicidal cereal killer? Don't start with me, or I'll spoon your eyes out."

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