Everyone was seated in Latin class, listening carefully to the teacher's lecture.
"Grumio delectat ancilla," said the teacher. "Grumio delights ancilla."
The whole class listened and nodded maturely while the 'immature' group snorted, snickered and howled.
"Mensa!" added Lauren, grinning.
Now the whole class was laughing.
"Grumio delectat ancilla in mensa!" laughed Vivi, snorting.
The teacher raised an eyebrow.
"We will now learn to count from one to ten. Unus. Duo, Tres, Quattour. Quinque." The Latin teacher paused.
"Does anyone know how to pronounce six in Latinese?" asked the teacher.
Wendy's hand struck up, like lightening striking in the opposite direction.
"Sex, miss!"
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The Eight Idiots
HumorDo you think you are crazy? You can never beat this book. And who said being crazy is bad? It is proven to make you think creatively and imaginatively. So whether you like stupid jokes, being a smurf or the smell of the underground train station, t...
