A young boy comes home and says to his father,
“Dad, my math teacher wants to see you.”
The father raises an eyebrow. “Why? What happened?”
The boy replies, “Well, she asked me, ‘What’s seven times nine?’ and I said, ‘Sixty-three.’ Then she asked, ‘And nine times seven?’ so I said, ‘What’s the f***ing difference?’”
The father nods thoughtfully. “Indeed, what is the difference? Sure, I’ll go.”
The next day, the boy comes home again. “Dad, did you go to school?”
“Not yet,” says the father.
“Well, when you do, stop by the gym teacher too.”
“Why?” the father asks.
The boy sighs. “We had gym today. He told me to raise my left arm, so I did. Then my right arm — I did that too. Then he said, ‘Lift your right leg.’ Done. Finally, he said, ‘Now lift your left leg.’ So I asked, ‘What am I supposed to stand on — my cock!?’”
The father nods again, perfectly calm. “Exactly. I’ll come.”
The next day, the boy returns home. “Dad, did you go to the school?”
The father shrugs. “No, not yet.”
“Don’t bother,” says the boy. “I got expelled.”
“What? Why?” the father asks, surprised.
“Well,” the boy explains, “they called me into the principal’s office. The math teacher, the gym teacher, and the art teacher were all sitting there.”
“The art teacher? What the hell was she doing there?” asks the father.
“That’s what I said,” replies the boy.
