Humor...I Need Humor...

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There was this inflatable boy who lived with his inflatable mummy and daddy in their inflatable house. Each day he would go to his inflatable school and sit at his inflatable desk while his inflatable teacher gave the class lessons.

He was a sensitive boy and not one normally to get into trouble, but one day in class another inflatable boy threw something at him which hit him and hurt him. He jumped up and screamed at the boy, and the teacher told him off and made him stand at the front of the class facing the inflatable wall.

The inflatable boy was most upset at this injustice and it played on his mind as he stood there. He noticed the inflatable teacher's letter opener on her desk. When she wasn't looking he grabbed it and full of rage stabbed the teacher, and ran out of class.

The inflatable headmaster was just coming out of his room as the inflatable boy ran by, and the headmaster grabbed the boy's arm: 'Where do you think...' too late the inflatable boy stabbed him too, and then ran out of the school stabbing the wall of the school with the letter opener as he went.

He ran home and rushed inside his inflatable house, up the inflatable stairs and into his inflatable bedroom, where he hid underneath his inflatable bed.

His parents were downstairs and hadn't see him rush in, but they did hear the sound of the siren as the inflatable police car sped towards their house and screeched to a halt. Out stepped two inflatable policemen who went to the house and rang the bell. The boy's parents answered.

'What is it?' they asked, 'is something wrong?'

'I'm afraid your son has been very naughty. We know he is here. You had better fetch him straight away.'

Thye parents called their son and after a while he emerged from his inflatable bed and made his way downstairs, his head held low, and he stood opposite the policemen.

'Now, young boy,' said one officer, ' you have been very, very naughty indeed, and I am going to have to tell your parents what you have done.'

'What is it, what is it? Has he really been so naughty? Is it that he has come home when he should be at school?'

'I'm afraid it's worse that that. What he has done is unforgiveable. He's let his teacher down, he's let the headmaster down, and, worst of all, he's let the whole school down!'