Every year at Christmas he gets an "interesting" assortment of gifts from his students. This year, his school's Assistant Principal got a gift that tops the american flag clutching ceramic bald eagle that my brother got a few years ago.
Curl is kicking back in the teacher's lounge when his AP walk in with a bottle of perfume.
She smiles and says to him, "I got perfume this year! Check it out!" And, she holds up a bottle that looks like this:
(I don't know about you, but most of my fine perfumes come in a Roller Bottle!)
My brother, wrinkling up his nose says, "Oh. Well, I'm sure it smells nice."
The AP, still smiling, "Read the label."
The scent?
Wet Pussy.
(Santa, thank you for the lovely jewelry but where's MY bottle of Wet Pussy!)
But wait, it gets better . . .
One of the Teacher's Aides walks into the lounge and says, "Oooh, perfume," snatches the bottle from my brother's hand, and without reading the label, opens it up and smears it on her wrist and proclaims, "Hmm, this smells familiar, but I can't quite place it."
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