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Welcome to the latest session of the secondary branch of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee, or TVPC. As regular readers know, this version of the TVPC is held after school in Room 210. This branch of the TVPC was founded specifically to investigate and punish the toilet infractions of the male student populace, but as the main branch has so much to deal with, we have taken on some of the female student body as well. This session took place on Friday, May 04, 2012.
Before we started the day's session, we couldn't help but acknowledge events in the news that directly impacted our school and the TVPC. Long time readers will remember Mrs. Nash and Mrs. Corbin, two former teachers at our school who were accused of spiking the drinks of several students with laxatives for their own sexual gratification. Thanks to the efforts of two of our students, Kim and Kelly, those detestable women were convicted to five years in prison. Late last night, the two women escaped from jail and made a beeline for Kim's house, one of the people they held responsible for their imprisonment. Fortunately for Kim, the police suspected that they would seek revenge on the girls and were waiting for the women outside Kim's house. Let us just say that it did not end too well for them. Kim came out of the ordeal unscathed, fortunately, and now she and Kelly can live out their lives without the fear of retaliation from the now deceased women.
With that out of the way, we began the session in earnest. The first case involved Corey and Shawn, two students familiar to readers of the TVPC. The last time they were before this branch of the TVPC, they were sentenced to a month using only the girl's rooms after being caught in one three times. Unsurprisingly, the boys are reluctant to experience such a punishment again.
"Mr. Jagganath, PLEASE don't make us use the girl's rooms again!" Shawn pleaded.
"It was horrible in there!" Corey said. "We say things in there that we can't un-see!"
"They-they changed their tampons in front of us!" Shawn grimaced.
"The horror...the horror--!" Corey shuddered.
"I don't understand why the two of you are so concerned about being sentenced to another month of using the women's restrooms," I said. The school's other TVPC branch referred Corey and Shawn's case to us; they were accused of playing games in the bathroom, along with their friend Topanga, another student well documented in the annals of the TVPC. "So, these games of yours took place in a men's restroom, correct?"
Both boys nodded.
"So why would you think I would make you "use it" only in the women's rooms?" I asked. "If you had been playing around in the girl's room, things would be different."
"Thank you, sir!" Corey beamed.
"You're not off the hook yet, boys." I warned. "I have a full account of your toilet games from the other TVPC, but I want to hear it in your own words."
Corey seemed at a loss for words, so Shawn spoke for both of them. "Well, Topanga--that's Corey's soon-to-be wife--"
"Shut up, Shawn!" Corey blushed.
"What?" Shawn said. "The two of you have been practically engaged since you were six!"
"Continue, Mr. Hunter." I sighed.
"Well, Topanga wanted to prove to us that girls can take a dump--er--produce a bowel movement--that's as big as one that any guy could do, so we all agreed to go into the men's room and put it to the test," Shawn said. "We each went into a stall and...um...defecated. When we were done, we compared results and found out that Topanga had made the biggest one."
The room erupted with laughter. Topanga, who was sitting in the audience, turned bright red and put her head into her hands. For her participation in this ridiculous affair, Topanga was already punished by our sister TVPC with a line writing assignment, toilet sitting detention, and being forced to photograph the first five bowel movements she had after her sentencing and display them on a bulletin board for all the school to see. Eager for that particular punishment to be over with quickly, Topanga did her first five movements all in one day.
The boys have two counts against them: "Playing games in the bathroom" and "Allowing a girl to enter the Boy's room." "If you two had caused another student to soil himself whilst waiting for the conclusion of your games, you'd be in even more trouble than you are now," I said. "Bathroom time is not the time to be playing games. If you wanted to see which of you could make the biggest bowel movement, you should have done it at home. Topanga lives next door to Corey, after all!"
We're sorry, sir." Both boys said in unison.
Having grown tired of the case, I sentenced Corey and Shawn two 500 word writing assignments: "I will not play games in the bathroom," and "I will not bring girls into the boy's room." Also, they were both sentenced to a week of toilet detention sitting on the toilets in the bathroom they used to play their games and a month of cleaning that selfsame bathroom afterschool. "I am not going to order you to photograph and display your bowel movements," I said in closing. "No one needs to see that!"
Before they could leave the room, someone shouted "WAIT!" All eyes in the room turned in the direction of the voice; it was Morgan, Corey's sister. She was standing by the exit and trembling like a leaf.
"Morgan, what is it?" Corey asked.
The blonde girl bit her bottom lip and shook her head. Topanga jumped out of her seat and grabbed the girl's arm, whispering something to her that no-one else could hear. "NO!" Morgan shrieked and wrenched her arm away from Topanga. "I have to do this." She walked up to the podium with Topanga hot on her heels. She pushed her brother and Shawn aside and stepped up to the microphone. "Mr. Jagganath, members of the TVPC, I have some information about what's been happening to Mr. Feeny."
"Morgan, don't--!" Topanga said.
"Shut up!" Morgan growled. "Like I said, I know who's behind all the mischief that's been happening to Mr. Feeny.
Regular readers of the TVPC know that back in December, one of our teachers, Mr. Feeny, had his car vandalized; the car was filled with soiled panties, the tires slashed, and the words "MR. FEENY'S A NOB!" spray painted on the dashboard window. (Feeny later pointed out that the world should have been spelled k-n-o-b) Both branches of the TVPC investegated the crime, but found few leads. As the months went on, Mr. Feeny found himself under frequent assault by the person or persons who vandalized his car: he found his briefcase filled with excrement, urine was slipped into his coffee, his teacher's edition guidebooks and lesson plans smeared with feces. Just this morning, when he opened his wallet to get some change for the parking meter, he was shocked to find a clump of excrement inside of it. Taking this as the last straw, Mr. Feeny planned to leave the school and stay home until the culprit was found. Unfortunately for him, the door to his room was
mysteriously sealed from the outside, trapping him inside for over an hour. By the time he was freed, he had sadly soiled himself and went home in shame. Many students felt this was his just punishment for all the times he refused to let students in his class go to the bathroom and they messed or wet themselves.
"What do you know about all of these horrible things poor Mr. Feeny has been put through?" I asked Morgan.
"I-I..." Morgan stammered.
"Sir, she doesn't know anything about it!" Topanga said.
"I did it." Morgan whispered. "I'm the one behind it all."
"MORGAN!" Corey gasped. "You did all of that shit to Mr. Feeny? How could you?"
"He had it coming." Morgan said coldly, all the previous fear and trepidation she'd been displaying suddenly gone.
"She's making it all up!" Topanga said. "She didn't--!"
"Stop, Topanga!" Morgan said.
"Morgan, for the record, are you making a confession?" I asked.
"Yes, sir." Morgan replied. "I've been Mr. Feeny's tormentor for these past few months."
The TVPC and all of those assembled were in complete shock. Morgan has always been a shy and quiet girl, not one prone to mischief like her two brothers Corey and Eric. "You're not covering for someone else, are you dear?" Ms. Sparks, a TVPC member, asked.
"NO!" Morgan fumed. "I did it! Why are you all finding it so hard to believe?"
"Because the Morgan I know wouldn't do something like this!" Corey said.
"You don't know shit about me, big brother." Morgan sniffed. "I'm not the innocent angel you all think I am; I smoke, I drink, I fuck--!"
"That's quite enough of that sort of language, young lady!" I said. "We've had false confessions before, Morgan--we're going to need some proof."
Morgan walked up to the table where the TVPC members were sitting and sat her tablet computer in front of me. "It's all cued up--just press play."
Our technical advisor hooked the tablet into the TVPC room's TV monitor so that all those assembled could see the evidence. The tablet displayed a video of a gang of mask wearing individuals swarming around Mr. Feeny's car--there were at least twenty of them, each of them carrying a large garbage bag. They somehow disabled the alarm on the car, picked the lock, and started filling it with the contents of their bags: hundreds of panties filled with feces. At the same time, one of the vandals pulled off her mask and looked directly into the camera--it was Morgan!
"Fuck you, Mr. Feeny!" Morgan said with a demented smile. She then pulled out a sizeable knife and proceeded to puncture the car's tires one by one. When that was done, she took out a bottle of spray paint and wrote "MR FEENY'S A NOB" on the windshield. The video ended with Morgan pulling up the bottom of of one of her accomplises' masks and kissing him.
"Who's that guy?" Topanga asked Morgan as the lights in the room came up.
"That's my lover," Morgan said. "He's a college guy--New York University."
"Morgan!" Corey fumed.
"What, you got a problem with me datin' a black guy, big brother?" Morgan smiled.
"What? No! I don't care about that!" Corey replied. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
"I have some idea." Morgan grinned.
"This is no laughing matter!" I said as sternly as possible. "You've committed a serious offense, Ms. Matthews! If Mr. Feeny presses charges, you could be looking at jailtime."
"Oh." Morgan didn't seem the least bit shaken by that news.
"OH?!? That's all you have to say? OH???" Corey grabbed his sister's arms and shook her violently. "Mom and Dad are gonna kill you and then they're gonna kill me for lettin' you do this!"
"Get your fuckin' hands off me!" Morgan hissed as she wrenched herself away from Corey.
"Morgan, you still haven't explained to this assembly why you did these things to Mr. Feeny!" I said whilst pounding my gavel.
"No one knows who I am." Morgan mournfully replied.
"Morgan..." Topanga said as she stroked the hair of her future sister-in-law.
"The whole world seems to revolve around Corey, Shawn, Eric, and Topanga while I'm just lurking in the background." Morgan said. "They get to have all the wacky adventures while I'm up in my room watching cartoons and masturbating."
"Hopefully not at the same time!" Shawn joked, whereupon both Topanga and Corey elbowed him in the ribs.
"Just once, I wanted to be the center of attention; I wanted to be the star of the show and have all eyes on me! And now, they are; I just uploaded that video online." Morgan said. "From now on, it's GIRL Meets World, bitches!"
"What the hell does that mean?" Corey asked.
"Figure it out," Morgan smirked.
"Where did you get all the poop, Morgan?" Topanga asked.
"It was 100% horse shit." Morgan proudly said.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Horse MANURE," Morgan clarified. "One of my boyfriend's buddies works at a riding academy. He hooked us up with a fuckton of it for free! Well, mostly free--he wanted to fuck me, and I let him."
"Oh, quit bein' so holier than thou, Cor. You fuck Topanga every other night!" Morgan said, which caused the room to explode with laughter.
"Morgan!" Topanga sat down and put her head in her hands.
"Young lady," I said to Morgan, "you've had your last warning on using foul language in these chambers; do it again, and you'll be sorry."
"Fuck you." Morgan spat. Corey, Topanga, and Shawn stared at her in amazement.
"Right," I said. "I want a 2,000 word essay on the origins of profanity in the English language, and a 3,000 word essay on why proper young ladies shouldn't use them."
"You're a proper cunt." Morgan sneered.
The room instantly fell silent.
"What?" Morgan smiled. "I read that the word CUNT used to have quite a different meaning in ancient Egypt! It was a term of respect for goddesses and proper ladies, just like the words WHORE and BITCH."
"MORGAN, STOP!" Corey shouted.
"You ain't the boss of me." Morgan laughed.
"Morgan, I want you to do a 20 page paper on the origins of those two words you just mentioned," I said.
"What, you mean whore and bitch?" Morgan giggled.
"Alright, I've changed my mind." I said. "I want you to write an EIGHTY PAGE essay on profanity, with special emphasis on those words you seem to enjoy using so much."
"Whore, cunt, and bitch?" Morgan squealed.
"MORGAN!" Corey grabbed his sister's arm and squeezed it. "Cut it out."
"Make that a ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY page essay," I said calmly. "I can keep this up until you have to write an entire book...."
"SHIT!" Morgan growled.
"Two hundred." I said. "And I want copious references, meaning you have to do actual research at a real library or bookstore and not just look it all up at Wikipedia. Believe me, I'll know if you try to cheat." Morgan muttered something that I didn't quite catch. "What was that?" I asked. "Did you say something? Do you want to go for three hundred pages?"
"No!" Morgan frowned.
"Are we done?" I inquired.
"We're done," Morgan sighed.
"Now then, there's the matter of your accomplises," I said. "There appeared to be twenty of you in that video. Taking aside you and your--er--lover, that leaves eighteen people unaccounted for. I'm also sure that you had some inside help with all the shenanigans you've bedeviled poor Mr. Feeny with over the past few months. If you name some of your co-conspirators, your sentence will be lessened."
"No, sir," Morgan said. "I won't snitch on the others.
"Very well then," I said.
The TVPC was at a loss. Clearly, Morgan had done all these things for attention and deserved punishment, but she seemed to be a bit unbalanced mentally. We discussed the matter for a bit before making our ruling. "We've consulted with the principal, and you are to be suspended for two weeks. You shan't be idle during that time: you have plenty of time to complete your essay, which is due when you return to school. Also, during that time, you will report to the school's laundry room before school and wash every single pair of dirty panties you and your followers put into Mr. Feeny's car. You will do this everyday, including weekends, until each pair is completely spotless. Just so you know: we kept those panties in deep freeze all these months until we found the culprit: when you report to school in the morning, they'll be as "fresh" as they were the day you and your buddies put the excrement in them."
Morgan grimaced, but didn't say anything.
"Also, I'm afraid this is such a severe violation that you're going to be on toilet suspension for the rest of the school year," I said.
"WHAT?!?" Morgan shrieked. "Y-you mean I gotta walk around school for the next few months with my pants full of--!"
Topanga put her hand over Morgan's mouth before she could utter the profanity.
"Finally," I said, "we've talked with Mr. Feeny by phone, and he has agreed not to press charges if you reimburse him for the damage done to his car. In total, you owe him one thousand, two hundred dollars and eighty nine cents."
Morgan's jaw practically hit the floor. "Holy fucking shit," she murmured. When she realized she'd sworn again, she slapped both hands over her mouth.
"It's alright," I said. "I'll give you a free pass on that one."
"Maybe you can work with Dad and Eric at the sporting goods store to make some money," Corey offered.
"I'll pitch in what I can," Topanga said.
"Now, why would you want to do that, Ms. Lawrence?" I asked.
"To help out a friend, of course." Topanga replied.
"You wouldn't be doing that out of a guilty consciense, would you?"
"What do you mean, sir?" Topanga asked innocently.
"You wouldn't have anything to do with all of this, would you? The attacks on Mr. Feeny?" I said.
"Just like I told the other TVPC, I didn't have anything to do with that!" Topanga said.
"It's just that you seemed to know what Morgan was going to confess to, and you tried to stop her from speaking!" I said.
"I told Topanga I was going to confess today," Morgan said. "She was just trying to keep me from getting into trouble."
I looked at the girls suspisciously. My gut told me that Topanga was involved somehow. She'd wet herself in Mr. Feeny's class lots of times, and she'd have been heavily motivated to take part in a revenge plot against the man, especially one organized and carried out by someone close to her. Unfortunately, I have no proof of her involvment, so I was forced to dismiss her without filing the charges I'm sure she deserves. "You are all free to go," I said. "But if I find that any of you aided Morgan, you'll be spending your weekends washing dirty panties right along with her."
"Yes, sir." The three friends said as one before they led Morgan from the room. As she left, a TVPC clerk attached a dark red bracelet to Morgan's wrist--it signified that she wasn't allowed into any of the school's girl's rooms for the rest of the year.
The next case involved Sabrina, another familiar face to regular readers of these TVPC accounts. She is accused of disemenating videos of a student around the internet. The student in question is Libby, Sabrina's longtime rival, and the videos show Libby with a huge mess in her underpants.As you may or may not know, our sister TVPC sentenced Libby to a toilet suspension and toilet cleaning duties after school--yesterday, someone snuck into the bathroom and filmed her cleaning a toilet. She was bent over at the time, and she was wetting and messing herself at the same time. Urine ran down her legs and pooled on the floor. How tortuous it must have been for her to be so near a toilet and to be unable to use it! She was wearing her cheerleader uniform during her entire ordeal; this was the first thing I asked her about when she approached the podium. Luckily, the air freshening system in the TVPC room was going full blast, so no one could smell the fresh mess she'd just made.
"Yesterday, I changed into my cheerleader outfit for practice in the locker room," Libby explained, "Afterwards, I couldn't find my regular clothes, and I had to wear my uniform for the rest of the day."
"I imagine that this is where you tell me that Sabrina stole your clothes, filmed you messing yourself, and posted it to the internet?" I said with a sigh.
"Of course." Libby sneered. "It's all there in the report I filed. My clothes were found in her locker this morning, and the video of me with poopy--er--messed panties was on her phone."
"BULLSHIT!" Sabrina roared.
"Ms. Spellman, please!" I said. "How do you plead?"
"Not Guilty, of course!" Sabrina said with a roll of her eyes. "I lost my phone yesterday, and now it just happens to turn up in my locker along with Libby's clothes? I'm being framed!"
Libby has been known to do awful things to try to get Sabrina in trouble. A few days ago, she defecated on the floor of a women's room just so that Sabrina, who had also been sentenced to toilet cleaning duty, would have to clean it up. "Libby, I promise you, if you've done this to try to get back at Sabrina again, you're going to be in serious trouble!" I warned.
"I have a witness!" Libby motioned to the audience, and a busty blonde cheeleader stood up and walked toward the podium.
"Oh, come on!" Sabrina sighed. "Ruth? She's one of Libby's minions! She'll say whatever Libby tells her to!"
"I saw Sabrina sneaking out of the locker room with Sabrina's clothes." Ruth, a buxom redhead, said. "Later on, I saw her lurking around the bathroom Libby was cleaning with her cameraphone in her hand."
"Damn it, Ruth, tell the truth!" Sabrina said.
Suddenly, there was a weird noise that sounded like a bell being rung, and Ruth's eyes glazed over like she was in a trance. "I lied." She said in a cold, monotone voice.
"Ruth!" Libby gasped.
"Libby made the whole thing up," Ruth went on. "She stole Sabrina's phone and got me to film her messing herself. She then posted the entire thing to the internet. Oh, and she put her clothesin Sabrina's locker before school, along with the phone."
"Ruth, what the fuck?" Libby growled.
"I-I don't know!" Ruth put a hand to her eyes and shook her head from side to side. "Something made me tell the truth!"
"I told you I didn't do it!" Sabrina said triumphantly.
Of course, Sabrina was instantly found "Not Guilty" and dismissed. Libby, on the other hand, had her toilet suspension and cleaning duties extended for another month, and she had to write 'I will not lie to the TVPC' 1,000 times. She also had to write Sabrina a 500 word letter of apology. "You'd best make sure that there are no coded insults to Sabrina in that essay like last time, or you'll be in big trouble, young lady!" I said.
"Yes, sir." Libby said, surprized that the TVPC had recognized her hidden jabs at Sabrina in her previous apology letters.
"And if you try anything like this again, I'll make sure you're put on toilet suspension for the rest of the year!" I said.
Ruth was found guilty of lying to the TVPC and conspiring to frame another student. Her sentence was to write 'I will not lie to the TVPC' 1,000 times and a week of cleaning all the girl's rooms in the school. As I watched the two girls leave the room, I sighed as I realized that Sabrina and Libby's little war was probably not over yet.
The next case involved AUSTIN & ALLY, two talented musicians. Austin, a blonde sophomore, sings songs on the web that the shy, brunette Ally, also a sophomore, writes for him. The two were charged with being together in a men's room stall. As the two approached the bench, Ally was chewing on a lock of her hair, a nervous habit of hers.
"Calm down, Ally," I said. "This is your first offense, so we'll go easy on you. Now, why were you and Austin in that stall? You two weren't getting up to anything you shouldn't have, were you?"
"No, sir!" Ally said, blushing fiercely as she spoke. "Austin's just a friend--we weren't --um--"making out" or anything like that."
"Then what were you doing?" I asked.
"You know, bathrooms have great acoustics, " Austin said. "aly wrote a great song for me during lunch period, and we wanted to try it out. The acoustics in the music room aren't that great, so we went into the closest bathroom: we didn't even notice if it was the men's or women's room."
"We tried the song in front of the sink, but it didn't sound right," Ally continued. "It was then that I had the bright idea of going into a stall and singing the song in there--it worked perfectly! The song sounded amazing! I recorded Austin singing it right there and uploaded it to our site."
"We were just leaving the stall when we were caught by the bathroom monitor on duty, Mr. Furley." Austin concluded. "I swear, Mr. Jagganath, we weren't doing anything in there but singing! I wouldn't ever do anything like that with Ally!"
"Why?" Ally frowned. "Is there something wrong with me? Am I so hideous that you couldn't even comprehend making out with me?"
"Ally, you know that's not what I mean!" Austin said.
"Well, what do you mean?" Ally folded her hands and glared at Austin.
As the room filled with laughter, Austin became flustered and looked to me for help.
"That's quite enough of that," I said. "I am inclined to believe that your intentions were innocent, but the fact of the matter is that Ally should not have been in the men's room, nor should the two of you been in one stall together." Austin & Ally were both charged with two offenses: allowing a female to enter a men's room (being a female tresspassing in a men's room in Ally's case), and sharing a single stall. Austin was sentenced to write 'I will not allow females to enter the men's room' 250 times, while Aly had to write 'I will not enter men's rooms' 250 times. Both of them had to write an additional 250 lines of 'I will not share a bathroom stall with another person', and they were sentenced to a week of bathroom cleaning afterschool. "If the two of you had been up to any shenanigans involving your bodily wastes, your punishments would be far worse," I said. As they were leaving the room, I called after them. "By the way, I am a big fan of your site, and I loved the new song." I said.
"Thanks, Mr. Jagganath!" They said in unison.
Our final case of the day involved one Simon Nelson Cook, known as "Cookie" to most of the school. Cookie is accused of soiling himself during Science class.
"Guilty as charged." Simon said sadly as he came to the podium. Surprisingly, he had two huge bulges in the front and back of his pants, both of which discolored the crotch and seat of them a rich dark chocolate.
"I don't understand, Mr. Cook." I said."Your science teacher, Mr. Sweeney, told us that he allows his students to go to the bathroom whenever the need arises. You don't even need a pass! How could you have messed yourself?"
"I-I just couldn't get to the bathroom in time." Cookie replied.
"He's lying, Mr. Jagganath!" The speaker was Ned Bigby, one of Cookie's best friends.
"Ned, shut up!" Cookie said.
"No, Cookie! This shit--sorry!--has gone on long enough!" Ned said. "Sir, Cookie's being bullied."
"Ned, PLEASE!" Cookie begged. "I'll never live this down."
Ned stepped forward and took the mic. "Mr. Jagganath, Cookie didn't mess himself. Someone PUT a mess in his pants!"
"Who is this bully?" I asked, expecting the person Ned named to be their perennial nemesis Billy Loomer.
The room quickly exploded with laughter, which I quickly silenced with my gavel. I couldn't believe what I was hearing--Missy was a perky blonde cheerleader whom Cookie outweighed by several pounds--how could he let himself be bullied by her? "Explain, Mr. Bigby." I said.
"Well, Missy was kind of upset at Cookie for ratting her out for trying to cheat off his paper during an exam in History class," Ned explained. "That led to her being kicked off the cheerleading squad for a month. She cornered Cookie in the hallway and told him she was going to make his life a living hell for an entire month."
"Ned, please stop talking!" Cookie whined.
"She's been tormenting him all this time." Ned went on. "She'd put her used tampons in his locker, stomp on his feet, put dirty sanitary pads on his seat--anything to make him miserable. Today, she went too far--her and her cheerleading minions caught Cookie while he was late for class and forced him into the women's room. They made him sit on a stall in the bathroom with his pants and underwear down; when he tried to run, they hit him with the hard ends of their pom-poms. Missy and her girls then pooped--um--defecated into a whole bunch of sanitary pads and then forced him to put them into his underwear."
"Do you have any proof of this?" I asked.
"I saw the whole thing," Lisa Zemo, a bespectacled brunette in the audience said. "I was hiding in another stall while the whole thing went down..I'm the one who told Ned about it."
Clearly, these were serious charges, and Missy and her cronies were in big trouble--our school has zero tolerance for bullying. Missy was actually still in the building-- her suspension from the cheerleading squad had ended, and she was practicing. The TVPC baliffs went out and brought Missy before the assembly.
"Cook, you are so fuckin' dead!" Missy snarled.
"Are these accusations true, Ms. Meany?" I asked.
"I guess," the blonde said with a roll of her eyes.
"Ms. Meany, you know this school looks down on bullying." I said. "I've heard you had a reputation for being a bit cruel, but this--!"
"That dork got me kicked off the cheer squad!" Missy sniffed. "He's lucky I didn't do anything worse to him."
Eager to get the remorseless girl out of my sight, I quickly rendered a verdict: Missy was suspended for two weeks, and she was given a month of toilet suspension. I knew that none of that really meant much to her, so I gave her a final punishment that was sure to make her realize the seriousness of her offense: "You're off the cheerleading squad for the rest of the year."
The haughty expression fell from her face, and her eyes filled with rage induced tears. "You can't do that!" She raved.
"I've consulted with the principal, and the captain of the cheerleading squad, and they both agree with me." I said.
Missy turned on Cookie. "I'm gonna get you, nerd." She said.
All eyes in the room turned toward the exit: Jennifer Ann Mosely, also known as Moze, was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. She was friends to both Ned and Cookie. "Heard you've been fuckin' with my friend." She said.
"Oh god! Mr. Jagganath, keep that psycho away from me!" Missy said, her eyes widening with fear. Everyone knew that she was afraid of Moze, and now she had good reason to be. Moze was very protective of her friends, and she was unlikely to let this go. "Please, I'm sorry--don't let her beat me up!"
"Ms. Mosely--!" I began.
"Two minute head start." Moze growled as she started cracking her knuckles. "That's all you're gonna get."
"No--I-I..." Missy ran for a side door and exited the room; Moze was hot on her heels. "Y-you said I had t-two minutes--!" She shrieked.
"I lied, bitch!" Moze roared as she launched herself after Missy, catching her by the hair.
The entire room emptied as the students and faculty alternately tried to watch and stop the fight. By the time the two combatants were pried apart, Missy had a black eye and a swollen lip. Moze was suspended immediately, but she received a round of applause as she gathered up her things and left school. And with that, the day's Toilet Violations Punishment Committee session came to an end. Meeting adjorned at 4:41PM--the time of Moze and Missy's fight.
Last edited by Narada : May 10th, 2012 at 01:53 PM.
Both of your new stories have over 300 views and zero comments? Sad. Well, you know I enjoy all your stories, and this one's no exception! The only thing missing was a poop eating scene! You know, I used to watch Boy Meets World, and it's true--Morgan never got to do shit! Loved the Sabrina bit. Keep sticking it to Libby!
Nice job once again. This was really a far flung array of cases. I had forgotten all about Mrs. Corbin and Mrs. Nash but that really ends it for them. That was interesting introducing a new character in the Topanga/Boy Meets World saga. I didn't see that coming. I'm really not that familar with the character of Morgan. In as much as I've used Topanga in my stories, I actually didn't watch that show all that much. I did watch Boy Meets World occasionally and I remember some of the comments being made in the press about Danielle Fishel's weight -- comments that were really out of line because I thought she always looked great. I just ended up using Topanga a lot because your storylines and mine seemed to play off each other so well. But like I said, very interesting touch bringing in another character.
More on the subject of Topanga, I had another TVPC of mine ready to go right before the weekend, where I went in another direction with Topanga's five bowel movement pictures. But you beat me to the punch and I had to rework that. But that's fine because I went in another direction (with another TV show that I'm sure you're familar with!) and I think the story is better.
Boy, you were tough with Austin & Ally.
Great job, once again. I'll have another one of mine up soon.
Thanks to both Arnold & scatman for their comments and kind words.
Scatman-I'm used to the whole comment thing by now. I'm lucky if I get two or three. I'm over it. I will "stick it" to Libby as much as possible in upcoming sessions
Arnold--Yeah, Nash & Corbin are dead as doornails. On the subject of Boy Meets World, I used to watch that show religiously when it aired from about 3PM-6PM on the Disney Channel Sunday afternoons in the early '90's. I never saw Danielle Fishel--Topanga--as being overweight. People are just assholes. Morgan never really did much in the show, which is why I decided to make her the culprit in the Feeny case. I didn't think I was that hard on Austin & Ally! LoL. They got 250 lines for each offense--250 +250=500. Can't wait for your next session.
Last edited by Narada : May 10th, 2012 at 12:41 PM.
I only picked horse shit cos it smells REALLY bad and I don't think Morgan and her cohorts would've been able to make enought poop to fill an entire car.
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