Discrimination in School

A first grade class comes in from recess.

Teacher asks Sarah, “What did you do at recess?”

Sarah says, “I played in the sand box.”

Teacher says, “That’s good. Go to the blackboard, and if you can write ‘sand’ correctly, I’ll give you a fresh baked cookie.”

She does and gets a cookie.

Teacher asks Morris what he did at recess.

Morris says, “I played with Sarah in the sand box.”

Teacher says, “Good. If you write ‘box” correctly on the blackboard, I’ll give you a fresh baked cookie.”

Morris does and gets a cookie.

Teacher then asks Mustaffa Abdul Mahmoud what he did at recess.

He says, “I tried to play with Sarah and Morris, but they threw rocks at me.”

Teacher says, “Threw rocks at you? That sounds like blatant racial discrimination. If you can go the blackboard and write ‘blatant racial discrimination’ I’ll give you a cookie.”

Your momma is so old, she still owes jesus…

Your momma is so old, she still owes jesus a dollar
Your momma is so fat, she stood on the scales and it said “to be continued”
your momma is so dumb, she locked her self in the toilet and still pissed her self
Your momma is so fat, she jumped in the sea and the sea jumped out
your momma is so old, she farts out dust
your momma is so old, she has cobwebs in her armpits
your momma is so skinny, she can dodge the rain
your momma is so short, she sits on the kurb and her legs still dangle
your momma is so dumb, she tried to get on the plane with a bus pass
your momma is so fat, when she enters a doctors waiting area, she sits next to everyone

Angus Broon of Glasgow comes

Angus Broon of Glasgow comes to the little lady of the house, exclaiming,
“Maggie, cud ya be sewin on a wee button that’s come off of me fly? I can’t
button me pants.”

“Oh, Angus…I’ve got me hands in the dishpan, go up the stairs and see if
Mrs. MacDonald could be helpin ya with it.”

About 5 minutes later, there’s a terrible crash, a bang, a bit of yelling
and the sound of a body falling down the stairs. Walking back in the door
with a blackened eye and a bloody nose comes Angus.

The little lady looks at him and says “My God, what in hell’s name happened
to you? Did you ask her like I told you?”

“Aye,” says Angus. “I asked her to sew on the wee button an she did.
Everything was goin fine, but when she bent doon to bite off the wee
thread, Mr. MacDonald walked in.”