Ah, sexual education classes. In my high school, the health teacher was also the gym teacher and the sex ed teacher. And I don't recall him donning full body leather and singing โ€” using that word as loosely as possible โ€” Joan Jett songs and getting the whole class to join in for a strip search and optional circle jerk.

Bonus points go to Mr. Schue for continuing to calmly write in his tiny notebook for most of this seriously depressing display.

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