What If Your Real Name Was Your Porn Name???
Bam Bam's teacher had me in stitches last night.
When I was a kid I can remember my teachers saying something that would crack me up. It was always some childish double entendre. Cheeks bursting into shades of purple, I fought to keep my laughter inside of me only to have said teacher repeat the word in a different, funnier context.
So, here I am with Mrs. Echo sitting around the parents of other children in his class trying not to laugh as Mrs. Wiley-Jones talks about her helper, Mrs. Beaver.
Mrs. Wiley-Jones: I don't know where I'd be without Mrs. Beaver. She just brings me so much joy. Some days I feel like I can't get enough of Mrs. Beaver's help. The only way to fully appreciate Mrs. Beaver is to see her working up close and personal.
At first, Mrs. Echo and her professorial bad self did not find my reaction amusing, but as Mrs. Wiley-Jones went on and on I dragged Mrs. Echo into my sixth circle of hell.
Echo: What do you think *Mrs. Beaver's* first name is?
Mrs. Echo: Lickma?
And there it was. Purple faced. Unable to breathe. Tears starting to form at the insides of my eyes.
Echo: What do you think her porn name is?
Mrs. Echo: Helen Kuklawalski...
That was when I had to excuse myself and fein a choking fit... I can't wait to get to know Mrs. Beaver....
posted by echo at 8:40 AM
5 Comments:
You people make me sick. What kind of sick deviants raised you?
Mr. Miller, do I need to ban you from commenting here?
Oh my God...I'm dying! That's hilarious. It reminds me of a time when my upper middle class boss told me, when we were discussing fur coats, that she had a shorn beaver. It took all the restraint I could muster not to guffaw.
Shorn beaver.... OMFG! I just spit on my computer screen again!
OK, if it had me in the class, crumbs from the complimentary cookies would have been spewed across the room as the lukewarm lemonade erupted like a geyser from my nose as I fell off of my tiny chair in laughter. I have no shame.
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