Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Thursday, 21 September 2017
Retard School Practical Joke
This morning I blearily stumbled into my office here at Uncle Bob's School For Wayward Boys N' Retards - and went to flip on the lights. The next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground smouldering with a case of rigor mortis setting in!
Awhile back I decided to save on money by having my students re-wire my renovated office rather than paying some union slob electrician to do it! Any number of things could be going on here: is this a work of incompetence - or a deliberate practical joke? If it's deliberate, my money is on Quartermain. If it's incompetence if could be any of the others.
I will be watching the boys like a hawk from here on out.