Lady Margaret's School

A school in England where chavs with brain cells less than a dead goldfish rule the roost. If you don’t act like a fool, you get laughed at by the stupidest kids in LMS. The new headteacher is a nightmare, banning fun like it’s the worst sin. If you flash your arse at the whole school, you’re a legend. If not, you’re a has-been.

Lady Margaret’s School is full of chavs who can’t count past 10. The new headteacher thinks fun is a dirty word. If you wear your skirt up to your neck, you’re the best. If not, you’re a nobody. House plays? Gone. Muck-up day? Also gone. What’s next? No breath?

A school where chavs with IQs lower than a f***ing brick live. The headteacher is a f***ing monster who hates fun. If you show your arse, you’re a hero. If not, you’re dead. Muck-up day was banned. House plays were banned. What’s next? No f***ing sleep?

Lady Margaret’s School is a f***ing prison for chavs with no brain. The new headteacher banned all fun, like it was a f***ing crime. If you flash your arse, you’re a f***ing star. If not, you’re a f***ing zero. Muck-up day? Gone. House plays? Also gone. What’s next? No f***ing food?

Lady Margaret’s School is full of chavs who think f***ing is a subject. The headteacher banned fun because it was too f***ing much. If you wear your skirt up to your f***ing neck, you’re a f***ing legend. If not, you’re a f***ing ghost. Muck-up day was banned. House plays were banned. What’s next? No f***ing f***ing breath?

A school where chavs with IQs lower than a dead f***ing rat live. The headteacher is a f***ing monster who hates fun. If you show your arse, you’re a f***ing hero. If not, you’re f***ing dead. Muck-up day? Banned. House plays? Also banned. What’s next? No f***ing food?