I learned many interesting things, actually, but I’m going to cut to the meat of the matter.
My art teacher has a ginormous wang.
He seems like a pretty cool guy, very much an artist type. A tiny bit unkempt, enthusiastic, tight plain tee shirt and even tighter black jeans. Really tight jeans. Really.
I was so completely distracted, I spent a good five to ten minutes of class trying to figure out if that huge tubular bulge on his upper right thigh was for real. Like, maybe he honestly has a roll of quarters in his pocket? No, a roll of coins wouldn’t curve like that. A banana? No, the jeans are too tight, it would squish. Oh, have mercy, could it be real?
Then I had to contemplate whether he had a prestigious package, or maybe he just really, really liked art, ifyaknowwhatimean. He did describe several pieces of art as "sexy," and, well, who am I to judge?
So, yes, it was an informative day back in school. Far more so than I cared.
(Why couldn’t I have decided on a business degree? Noooo, I gotta go to an art school. Never a dull day, I swear.)
Omg you did not go there with the cutting to the meat of the matter!
Oh, yes I did! *snap snap*