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What jokes can you guys come up with about a school.
I'll give you some details about it; it's made from plastic and cardboard, is white on the outside, only has one floor, only has single glazed windows. (obviously you don't have to include all of those.)
I was trying to think of a joke about teachers wanting to bang their heads agisnt a brick wall, but they can't, because it's not.
I'll give you some details about it; it's made from plastic and cardboard, is white on the outside, only has one floor, only has single glazed windows. (obviously you don't have to include all of those.)
I was trying to think of a joke about teachers wanting to bang their heads agisnt a brick wall, but they can't, because it's not.
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It was the first Monday in September, and the staff were sitting drinking their tea and coffee in the Common Room of their jerry-built school which dated back to the days of Harold Wilson, gazing upon the prospect and occasionally shivering as the brisk East Anglian breeze blew through the inadequately glazed windows. Some were nonchalant about the forthcoming term; others less so. The PE teacher kept nervously scratching his b@lls, whilst M. Dupont, the French teacher, kept fiddling alternately with his bow tie and moustaches, exclaiming, “Mon Dieu, if only I had zee breek wall to smash zee head against.” One of the younger teachers, looking out of the window, exclaimed, “Look, I believe we have a new pupil!” Sure enough, as the rest of the staff looked on, there hove into view a young lady on a bicycle with a somewhat wobbly tyre.
No-one gave the matter another thought, until there was a knock on the staff room door.
“Please Sir,” said the young lady who stood there, “can you tell me where the Geography Room is?”
“My dear young lady”, replied the History Master sarcastically, as all history masters are wont to do, “if you have to ask that question then you have clearly chosen the wrong discipline!”
Order and peace were restored in the staff room. After all, there were still 10 minutes before first bell, which brief interlude was rudely interrupted by a very loud knocking on the staff room door, which heralded the presence of the Headmaster. In he strode, accompanied by the aforementioned young lady, whom he introduced to the staff, bidding them to make her welcome, adding that he thought it would be a good gesture if some of the more active members of staff could see fit to pump up her tyres from time to time.
“Where did I put that nitrous oxide?” exclaimed the chemistry master.
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It was the first Monday in September, and the staff were sitting drinking their tea and coffee in the Common Room of their jerry-built school which dated back to the days of Harold Wilson, gazing upon the prospect and occasionally shivering as the brisk East Anglian breeze blew through the inadequately glazed windows. Some were nonchalant about the forthcoming term; others less so. The PE teacher kept nervously scratching his b@lls, whilst M. Dupont, the French teacher, kept fiddling alternately with his bow tie and moustaches, exclaiming, “Mon Dieu, if only I had zee breek wall to smash zee head against.” One of the younger teachers, looking out of the window, exclaimed, “Look, I believe we have a new pupil!” Sure enough, as the rest of the staff looked on, there hove into view a young lady on a bicycle with a somewhat wobbly tyre.
No-one gave the matter another thought, until there was a knock on the staff room door.
“Please Sir,” said the young lady who stood there, “can you tell me where the Geography Room is?”
“My dear young lady”, replied the History Master sarcastically, as all history masters are wont to do, “if you have to ask that question then you have clearly chosen the wrong discipline!”
Order and peace were restored in the staff room. After all, there were still 10 minutes before first bell, which brief interlude was rudely interrupted by a very loud knocking on the staff room door, which heralded the presence of the Headmaster. In he strode, accompanied by the aforementioned young lady, whom he introduced to the staff, bidding them to make her welcome, adding that he thought it would be a good gesture if some of the more active members of staff could see fit to pump up her tyres from time to time.
“Where did I put that nitrous oxide?” exclaimed the chemistry master.
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