One day during cooking class, the teacher, Mrs. Jones, was extolling her secrets for preparing perfect sauces.
When she ordered us to the stoves to prepare our assignments, she said, “Now don’t forget to use wooden spoons.”
As I stirred my sauce, I contemplated the physics behind the mystery of the wooden spoon and decided it must have something to do with heat conduction. I approached Mrs. Jones to test my theory.
“Why wooden spoons?” I asked.
“Because, she replied, “if I have to sit here listening to all your metal spoons banging against metal pots, I’d go nuts!”
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Not Easy To Be A Teacher
Teacher: Construct a sentence using the word sugar.
Pupil: I drank tea this morning.
Teacher: Where is the word sugar.
Pupil: It is already in the tea…!!!
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TEACHER: Our topic for today is Photosynthesis.
TEACHER: Class, what is photosynthesis?
Student: Photosynthesis is our topic today.
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TEACHER: John is climbing a tree to pick some mangoes. (Begin the sentence with Mangoes)
Student: Mangoes, John is coming to pick you…
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TEACHER: What do you call mosquitoes in your language?
Student: We don’t call them, they come on their own…
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TEACHER: Name the nation, people hate most.
Student: Exami-nation…
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TEACHER: How can we keep our school clean?
Student: By staying at home…
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TEACHER: One day our country will be corruption free. What tense is that??
Student: Future impossible tense…
Bonus story:
Two guys grow up together
Two guys grow up together, but after college, one moves to New York and the other to Washington.
They agree to meet every ten years in Florida to play golf and catch up with each other.
At the age of 32, they meet, finish their round of golf, and head for lunch. “Where you wanna go?”
“Hooters.”
“Why Hooters?”
“They have those servers with the big b.o.o.bs, the tight shorts, and the gorgeous legs.”
“You’re on.”
At age 42, they meet and play golf again, “Where you wanna go for lunch?”
“Hooters.”
“Again?
Why?”
“They have cold beer, big screen TVs, and side action on the games.”
“OK.”
At age 52, they meet and play again.
“So where you wanna go for lunch?”
“Hooters.”
“Why?”
“The food is pretty good, and there’s plenty of parking.”
“OK.”
At age 62, they meet again.
After a round of golf, one says, “Where you wanna go?”
“Hooters.”
“Why?”
“Wings are half price, and the food isn’t too spicy.”
“Good choice.”
At age 72, they meet again.
Once again, after a round of golf, one says, “Where shall we go for lunch?”
“Hooters.”
“Why?”
“They have six handicapped parking spaces right by the door and they have senior discounts.”
“Great choice.”
At age 82, they meet and play again.
“Where should we go for lunch?”
“Hooters.”
“Why?”
“Because we’ve never been there before.”
“Okay, let’s give it a try.”
