Bald Headed - Students
"Anyone know how farting works?" The teacher asked the class.
They all shook their head no. The teacher sighed and moved on to the next question.
"Fine! Answer this one, then. You are a farmer and was mowing the grass, if you tripped over a rock, at what philosophy speed rate would you fall at?" The teachers eyes skimmed through the students shiny bald heads. He slapped one of them causing them too fall, and disappear into a portal full of people who actually HAD hair. Thick hair. Thicc hair.
The students stiffened. No one wanted to get smacked in the head by a 69 year-old man, especially one that hasn't eaten in 37 days, and should be dead by now, but guess what Shannon? People surprise us sometimes don't they?
The bell rang, and students started flowing out the window. Some bringing trampolines, and others a trumpet. The 69 year-old teacher was surprised. So much so, that he died. Finally. The student who he had been slapped in his bald head, came back out of the portal. He grabbed the dead mans beard and cut half of it off. He smiled widely, and took the nearest glue. He smeared the glue on his bald head and softly placed it on his, now making him not bald.
Students saw this and had an idea of their own. They took their shoes off. And they took the nearest scissors and cut off the hair in between their toes. Once they had enough, they placed it on their heads, and soon started taking pictures of their newly haired hair.
They were making such a racket that the Principal, Mrs. LumberJack, was able to hear the noise coming from the classroom, all the way to her office. She galloped through the hallways and stoped until she reaches the noisy classroom. She opened the door, and to her amazement, it was... Clean? All the students were back in their regular spot, some with hair apparently. They were sitting there quietly just looking at the Principal. Everything was in place, and not one made a peep. Mrs. LumberJack's eyes skimmed through the classroom.
"Where is the teacher?" She asked firmly. No answer. She tried again.
"I said, where. Is. The. Teacher." She repeated, through gritted teeth. Still, no one made a peep. They all looked away. The principal sighed angrily, and began to pull out her flats
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