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 — using that word as loosely as possible — 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.
[Via Huffington Post]