Friday Funnies is a chance to share your wild and crazy stories. Whether it’s a personal story or just something that strikes you as funny.  Let’s laugh and have some fun, but keep it clean, cuz I’m a watchin’ **wink wink**

Have you ever wished there was a cosmic rewind button so you could go back and do something different? Say something different?

In sixth grade, I had this sweet teacher named Ms. Simon. I remember two things about her… She was nice BUT strict. Yeah, well, I was kind of into the whole don’t-tell-me-what-to-do phase that year.

Yeah, so the class was going on a field trip but I can’t remember where. Most everyone was loaded onto the bus and I was the last to board. For some reason, Ms. Simon had ticked me off that day.  Probably corrected me and my wonderfuly delightful attitude or something.

Anyway, as I was walking onto the bus, I was almost to the middle when I shouted out, “Jeez, Ms. Simon is driving me nuts.”

The kids started laughing.

Yeah, you can probably guess who was right behind me….Ms. Simon. Her hands were across her chest and her eyebrows raised. “Oh, I am, am I?”

Ugh, I was so embarrassed.


So, any funny stories to share from the week? Or from whenever?


5 thoughts on “FRIDAY FUNNIES

  1. I was standing in the lunch line at my college one day when I encountered some friends, whom I was going to join at the movies later that evening. I asked them who was going and they listed their friends and finished with, “Oh, Dumas is going also.”

    “Dumas?” I asked, in complete suprise. “Who the heck would name their kid such a stupid name? Who’s parents would do that?”

    “Mine.” A voice replied from behind me, and I was introduced to Dumas for the first time.

  2. I’ve got one!

    A friend of mine used to have the hots for our freshman government teacher in high school. She and another friend passed notes back and forth about him ALL the time and never got caught.

    But one day her luck ran out. Mr. Wilyard walked into the room just as one had passed the note back to the other. He confiscated the note and opened it to read it (as he had threatened to do in the past if anyone was caught passing notes).

    Mr. Wilyard’s eyes grew very large and his cheeks turned kind of a rosy pink. He turned around as if to look at his own hiney, and then said to my friend, “I don’t know. Do you really think so?”

    My friend did everything in her power to keep from climbing under her chair. After class she shared with us why she was so embarrassed. On the note, she had written: “Don’t you think Mr. Wilyard has a nice butt?”

    Twenty years later, I’m still laughing about that!

    Thanks for gearing up ol’ the memory machine!

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