Getting Laidwith Megan MountainsDepartment of Robust Language
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| This item was sent to us anonymously by someone
claiming to be a student of St Cat's High School for Growing Girls.
Attempts are being made to find the source of the leak and punish
her by giving her a damned good seeing-to. Leakage is not a
desirable thing, as St Cat's girls are taught from their earliest
days at the school.
It was originally published in R & D in 1998 and we are publishing it again:
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| Smegs | Good morning, girls. |
| Class | Good mor-ning, Miss Mountains! |
| Smegs | Sit down, finish what you were
doing, and put away your breasts, please. Now, I have been marking
your latest attempts at essays, and although many of you have shown
a level of inventiveness which will stand you in good stead in your
chosen professions, you are still making simple and annoying errors.
We are going to have to go back to basics. [Turns to blackboard, briefly studies the anatomically fanciful drawing on it, then wipes it clean with some regret] |
| Class | [Groan] |
| Dulcie | Miss Gruntworthy drew that, Miss. |
| Smegs | Please don't tell tales, Dulcie. You must not be unkind to the Headmistress. Miss Gruntworthy is suffering from withdrawal at the moment. |
| Class | [Girlish giggles] |
| Smegs | Right. Would someone please correct
this sentence?
I got layed last night Anybody? Sophie...? |
| Sophie | I didn't get layed last night, Miss? |
| Smegs | I'm sorry to hear that, Sophie, but... |
| Class | She's lying again, Miss. |
| Smegs | Lying? Well, what about this
sentence, then?
I lied in front of all my friends |
| Class | Last week, Sophie got laid in front of all her friends, Miss. |
| Sophie | It was my birthday, Miss. I was t... |
| Smegs | We don't need to know how old you
were, Sophie. Now, what's wrong with this sentence from one of your
essays?
The boy laid on
the bed and took out |
| Class | [Giggles] Was that Lutricia's essay, Miss? |
| Smegs | That's not important. There is something very seriously wrong with that sentence. What is it? |
| Class | He didn't have a mighty throbbing prong, Miss? He only had a squitty little one, like Sophie's Paul? |
| Smegs | That's not important, either. You learn that in Sex and Relationships. There is something wrong with the English. |
| Marie-Claude | Ah, oui, Mademoiselle, zere is somesing wrrrong wiz ze English boys. Zey 'ave ze teensy weensy willies... |
| Class | What's she know about it? She's never seen one. As soon as she takes her knickers off, the boys all faint. |
| Smegs | I don't want to know about... |
| Class | She's all poo-ey, Miss. And she keeps this big black fur rug in her pants... |
| Smegs | That's enough! I will not have such
remarks in my classroom. Come and see me later, Marie-Antoinette, in
my room. Now watch the blackboard...
I laid the table
yesterday There! You see the difference? Those sentences are all correct. Why is Sophie crying, Dulcie? |
| Dulcie | She didn't know about me going down on her boyfriend, Miss. Who told you about it? |
| Smegs | Never mind who told me... |
| Class | ...bet it was that French bitch... Did he really, Miss? |
| Smegs | What? |
| Class | Was VAST all lies, Miss? Some of those girls were nearly as big as us, Miss. Say it was true, Miss, please...! |
| Smegs | Enough! This class is like a zoo. Take your exercise books, open them up and be quiet. Write down these simple rules, and learn them by heart. I will be asking questions tomorrow. |
to lie (to
tell untruths)
to lie (to recline) — intransitive verb
to lay (to spread something out) — transitive verb
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| Smegs | There you are, girls! Can anyone tell us the difference between transitive and intransitive? |
| Dulcie | Transitive is where you do it to somebody else; intransitive is where you just do it. |
| Class | Like when Candida does it to herself in bed, Miss, after lights out. |
| Dulcie | Ten times a night, Miss. |
| Smegs | Excellent definition, Dulcie. See me later, Candida. I have something you might like to borrow. You can get spare batteries at the tuck shop. Any more questions? |
| Class | We thought you were going to tell us about how to get laid, Miss? |
| Smegs | That's in Sex and Relationships, after lunch. |
| Marie-Claude | Aftair lunch is ze best time for sex, Miss... |
| Smegs | I already told you, Marie-Claude. Later. Lutricia, what's happened to your blouse? |
| Class | She's been growing explosively, Miss. |
| Lutricia | The button-holes have all split, Miss. My breasts have been getting so fantastically huge these last few days! I was laying in bed with Sophie's Paul, Miss, getting layed... |
| Sophie | Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! |
| Smegs | Class dismissed! |