Brutuskend
Lifer
It was the first day of school, and the elementary school teacher was establishing the fact that she'd take no nonsense from the kiddies this year. While taking the roll, she was told by one boy, "My name is Bob Fukhauer."
Upset, the teacher said very loudly, "THERE'LL BE NONE OF THAT KIND OF BEHAVIOR IN MY CLASS THIS YEAR! Now Bob, tell me your real name!"
The kid said, "No, really, Ma'am , it is Bob Fukhauer. You can go across the hall to fourth-grade and ask my brother if you don't believe me."
Not wanting to be subjected to that kind of thing, the teacher went across the hall and knocked on the fourth grade classroom door. The fourth grade teacher had stepped down the hall to the office for a moment, so she entered the room and directly asked the class, "Do you have a Fukhauer in here?"
"Hell no," replied Little Johnny from the front row, "We don't even get a damn cookie break!"
Upset, the teacher said very loudly, "THERE'LL BE NONE OF THAT KIND OF BEHAVIOR IN MY CLASS THIS YEAR! Now Bob, tell me your real name!"
The kid said, "No, really, Ma'am , it is Bob Fukhauer. You can go across the hall to fourth-grade and ask my brother if you don't believe me."
Not wanting to be subjected to that kind of thing, the teacher went across the hall and knocked on the fourth grade classroom door. The fourth grade teacher had stepped down the hall to the office for a moment, so she entered the room and directly asked the class, "Do you have a Fukhauer in here?"
"Hell no," replied Little Johnny from the front row, "We don't even get a damn cookie break!"
