more of the darndest things.

This afternoon, during my 6th period prep, I had to babysit, er... "cover" another class. The teacher quit last week and has yet to be replaced. Also, apparently a babysitter, er... "substitute teacher" couldn't be found either.
Anyway, one of the male students put his arm around my shoulders and informed me that we are going to get married. After I informed him that, no, I am happily married, he offered the following suggestion. "That's okay, I'll be your mistress."
Oh, really?

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