Tuesday, January 10, 2012

My favorite animal

From my email ...

Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken."

She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else laughed.
My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love animals very much.

I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.
I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.

The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.  I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.

She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.

I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am.

Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what famous person we admire most.
I told her, "Colonel Sanders."
Guess where I am now...

Sunday, January 01, 2012

New Year's Eve

On New Year’s Eve, Richard went out partying. Richard was in no shape to drive home so he sensibly left his van in the bar’s parking lot and walked home. As he was wobbling along, he was stopped by a policeman.

“What are you doing out here at four o’clock in the morning?” asked the police officer.

“I’m on my way to a lecture,” answered Richard.

“And who on Earth, in their right mind, is going to give a lecture at this time on New Year’s Day?” enquired the constable sarcastically.

“My wife,” slurred Richard grimly.