I wasn't a
terrorist. I was an SAS Desert Commando... and I gave a
"
Culture Project" presentation on a fine piece of French music -
J'ai Un Petit Probleme Dans mon Pantalon (forgive me if I've got the word gender wrong). It wasn't about
masturbation, it was a touching song about how a man just couldn't get it up. He tried Viagra, he tried French Porn stars, he tried hot-sauce, he tried "the adhesive plaster that hurt so bad I don't even want to talk about it". Poor guy. He finally got it up in the end, but then he found out his pubes were on fire. :cry:
Either way... I got some pretty good rumours out of the Shemagh, and an F on my Culture Project that day.
I so kick ass. I mean, DUDE! I got expelled and then threatened one of the rednecks with a bowie knife!!! How just freaking awesome are my rumours?