Rick's Crotchtacular Adventure (Part 2)
Oh boy, here we go again (Part 1: /Dick+kick+rick+part+1/text/5753618/)
>A few days later, Rick returned to Advanced Chemistry, complete with a bandage wrapped around his hand
>Everyone is very afraid of him now, when he walks around it's like he's parting the Red Sea
>Even the teacher tiptoed around him and made an effort not to provoke him
>Rick doesn't seem to notice, he recently has discovered that if he skips (instead of limping) his legs don't chafe
>You would hear him before you would see him, like a stampede of elephants charging you down on the African savanna
>thehuntisafoot.jpeg
>Even Devyne seems a little traumatized from his last experience, gives Rick a wide berth too
>Oddly enough, I forgot to mention that Devyne was black, but you guys figured it out anyway
Anyway, back to the story
>Rick had a problem
>He'd bite his fingernails so much that they looked like they had been sanded off with industrial equipment
>Almost everytime I turned my head in Chemistry, Rick was chowing down on his fingernails like it was the last piece of ham on Earth
>He didn't bite them off and spit them out, he swallowed them
>He let out these soft grunts and moans whenever he did it, it actually became hard to concentrate in class because I thought that someone was about to shoot their load onto the back of my head
It's worth mentioning now that because of his behavior, my teacher had requested that a wrangler assist him at all times
>Devyne is placed somewhere else (he looked so relieved he was about to cry)
>"Ms. P" now sits next to Rick
>Ms.P looked one thousand years old, she dressed extremely conservatively (Not showing any neck, wrist or ankle) and sounded like if she spoke above a whisper, her throat would shrivel up and turn into dust
>She was so anal, I think that if any muscle in her body relaxed, she would have an aneurysm and die from the shock
>But for some reason, she loved Devyne
>She was his Kindergarten teacher or something and she kept talking about how she helped him "transform into a strong, young man"
>He's fully aware of how creepy this is and tries to stay away from her
>In an attempt to allow her more time with Devyne, and less time with Rick, she had to come up with a way to make him stop biting his nails that didn't involve her slapping his hands with a ruler
>She comes in one day with a bottle of hot sauce
>Dumps that **** all over his hands before class begins
>You can feel the smugness glowing off of Ms.P, probably the most clever idea she's had all year
>To my surprise, it actually seems to work
>This continues for at least a few more days, as soon as he walked in, Ms. P dumped hot sauce on his hands
>One day, Rick comes in with the bandage off his injured hand removed
This is when the problems arose, in a typical tard fashion, Rick never washed his hands. As you could imagine, there were days worth of hot sauce caked onto his hands.
>Ms.P drips the hot sauce on his hands as usual, class begins
>Rick isn't taking notes, staring at his hands with his eyes slowly welling up
>Realize that having hot sauce poured over a healing wound is probably incredibly painful
>Feel really bad about it, get Ms. P's attention and tell her that
>Entire class is watching on with interest
>Ms. P scowls as if a lowly peasant such as myself could find a chink in her impervious plan
>She says Rick's name, he ignores her
>She grabs his hand, hard
>Rick explodes
>Like an air raid siren crack baby, Rick is letting out quick, staccato wails while rubbing his hands together like a jew watching pennies being counted
>This doesn't do anything but intensify the pain, he keeps rubbing his hands on everything in an attempt to alleviate the fire on his hands
>His face, his mouth, his body, all the while, he was bouncing off tables and chairs like a psychotic pinball
>He was actually making his way to the chemical shower in the lab
>Charges the ******* thing, flailing his arms wildly, pulls the chain with one hand while hitting his head on the shower head at the exact same time with a loud "BONG"
> ************ knocked himself out, his body hangs limp with his hand still caught in the chain as the shower drenches him with an ungodly amount of water
>Ms. P's face can only be juxtaposed to the same expression someone would make when they were anally penetrated
>Ushered out of classroom as security and a team of janitors enter the room
>Ms. P fired later on that day
Unfortunately, Rick was moved to another class after this incident, however, his shenanigans will continue in part 3...
>A few days later, Rick returned to Advanced Chemistry, complete with a bandage wrapped around his hand
>Everyone is very afraid of him now, when he walks around it's like he's parting the Red Sea
>Even the teacher tiptoed around him and made an effort not to provoke him
>Rick doesn't seem to notice, he recently has discovered that if he skips (instead of limping) his legs don't chafe
>You would hear him before you would see him, like a stampede of elephants charging you down on the African savanna
>thehuntisafoot.jpeg
>Even Devyne seems a little traumatized from his last experience, gives Rick a wide berth too
>Oddly enough, I forgot to mention that Devyne was black, but you guys figured it out anyway
Anyway, back to the story
>Rick had a problem
>He'd bite his fingernails so much that they looked like they had been sanded off with industrial equipment
>Almost everytime I turned my head in Chemistry, Rick was chowing down on his fingernails like it was the last piece of ham on Earth
>He didn't bite them off and spit them out, he swallowed them
>He let out these soft grunts and moans whenever he did it, it actually became hard to concentrate in class because I thought that someone was about to shoot their load onto the back of my head
It's worth mentioning now that because of his behavior, my teacher had requested that a wrangler assist him at all times
>Devyne is placed somewhere else (he looked so relieved he was about to cry)
>"Ms. P" now sits next to Rick
>Ms.P looked one thousand years old, she dressed extremely conservatively (Not showing any neck, wrist or ankle) and sounded like if she spoke above a whisper, her throat would shrivel up and turn into dust
>She was so anal, I think that if any muscle in her body relaxed, she would have an aneurysm and die from the shock
>But for some reason, she loved Devyne
>She was his Kindergarten teacher or something and she kept talking about how she helped him "transform into a strong, young man"
>He's fully aware of how creepy this is and tries to stay away from her
>In an attempt to allow her more time with Devyne, and less time with Rick, she had to come up with a way to make him stop biting his nails that didn't involve her slapping his hands with a ruler
>She comes in one day with a bottle of hot sauce
>Dumps that **** all over his hands before class begins
>You can feel the smugness glowing off of Ms.P, probably the most clever idea she's had all year
>To my surprise, it actually seems to work
>This continues for at least a few more days, as soon as he walked in, Ms. P dumped hot sauce on his hands
>One day, Rick comes in with the bandage off his injured hand removed
This is when the problems arose, in a typical tard fashion, Rick never washed his hands. As you could imagine, there were days worth of hot sauce caked onto his hands.
>Ms.P drips the hot sauce on his hands as usual, class begins
>Rick isn't taking notes, staring at his hands with his eyes slowly welling up
>Realize that having hot sauce poured over a healing wound is probably incredibly painful
>Feel really bad about it, get Ms. P's attention and tell her that
>Entire class is watching on with interest
>Ms. P scowls as if a lowly peasant such as myself could find a chink in her impervious plan
>She says Rick's name, he ignores her
>She grabs his hand, hard
>Rick explodes
>Like an air raid siren crack baby, Rick is letting out quick, staccato wails while rubbing his hands together like a jew watching pennies being counted
>This doesn't do anything but intensify the pain, he keeps rubbing his hands on everything in an attempt to alleviate the fire on his hands
>His face, his mouth, his body, all the while, he was bouncing off tables and chairs like a psychotic pinball
>He was actually making his way to the chemical shower in the lab
>Charges the ******* thing, flailing his arms wildly, pulls the chain with one hand while hitting his head on the shower head at the exact same time with a loud "BONG"
> ************ knocked himself out, his body hangs limp with his hand still caught in the chain as the shower drenches him with an ungodly amount of water
>Ms. P's face can only be juxtaposed to the same expression someone would make when they were anally penetrated
>Ushered out of classroom as security and a team of janitors enter the room
>Ms. P fired later on that day
Unfortunately, Rick was moved to another class after this incident, however, his shenanigans will continue in part 3...
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