was establishing the fact that she'd take no nonsense from the
kiddies this year. While taking the roll, she was told by one boy,
"My name is Bob Fuckhauer."
Upset, the teacher said very loudly, "THERE'LL BE NONE OF THAT KIND
OF BEHAVIOR IN MY CLASS THIS YEAR, now Bob; tell me your real name!"
The kid said, "No, really teacher, it is Bob Fuckhauer. You can go
across the hall to fourth grade and ask my brother if you don't
believe me!"
Not wanting to be subjected to that kind of thing, the teacher went
across the hall and knocked on the fourth grade classroom door. The
fourth grade teacher had stepped down the hall to the front office
for a moment, so she entered the room and directly asked the class,
"Do you have Fuckhauer in here?"
"Hell no!" replied a little kid from the front row, "We don't even
get a damn cookie break!"
