#11: Librarian meets Joe
One of the few pleasures I have in life is my the Tuesday library sessions.
Every Tuesday I get to herd the tards down to the library and watch them annoy
the fuck out of the librarian. I'm supposed to help her handle the kids, but I
get a kick out of watching the tards mutilate library materials and cause
Today I was sipping my Pepsi and perusing the latest sunshine and rainbows
bullshit from the "new books" shelf, when I hear yelling from the librarian and
my students in the adjacent reading area. I stand up to peer over the little
bookcases and I see Joe, one of my fat tards, running around the tables with his
shorts around his ankles and a paper-back book held firmly between his ass
cheeks. He was making high pitched squealing noises like an animal caught in a
trap. He was also managing to evade the librarian who was chasing him, even
though he had to occasionally stop to cram the book further up his crack.
I briefly considered walking over and putting and end to the debacle, but since
no one was getting hurt I soon decided to sit down and finish "Penguin Pete". If
the librarian asks, I'm going to tell her I was in the bathroom.
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