"What's black and white and red all over?"

"What's black and white and red all over?"

"That's easy," replied Timmy. "A newspaper." "No, Timmy. It's an exploding zebra," Mr. Sparks answered. It was then that the third grade decided to kill their teacher.

After spending all afternoon hatching a plot, they later slept on it, and the next day collectively decided to tell everyone that their teacher was insane. The teachers union

was actually comprised exclusively of psycho ward patients. The teacher in question snapped at the sound of children's voices. Her tics included eating chalk, giving F's, and

generally strut about pretending to be HRH The Queen of England. One day, after eating too much chalk, she called upon one of her students, "One would like a foot massage", Jimmy

be ultimate pain. "Ain't cha ever hads a lap dance befors?" inquired the girl with the big hoofs. "Usually, they aren't standing." he wimpered. "Wait til I start clogging. Yehah!"

She started a loggers stomp on his lap while two other gals slapped their thigh in time.He threw a bankroll on the floor & while the three scrambled for it, he hobbled for the exit

but his hootie nanny stopped him. "You've got a logjam in your stream of consciousness." So tired of her unsolicited advice. "Hello, old lady" he said, his mind going widdershins

by heavens to murgatroyd. His sanity slipping away from boredom, gibberish rabble roused perpendicular to his pasty lips playing patsy to Perpigilliam paroxysms. Perfect alibi.