This is an example of what I love about the Internet

 

A friend saw this on the web and gave me a copy.  I’ve carried the copy around with me for a couple weeks and whenever a conversation would have a pause (those usually happen when I quit talking — I wish that wasn’t true, but it is), I would whip out my copy of this story, read it, and give everyone a laugh.

I hope you enjoy it too.

My Favorite Animal

Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, “fried chicken”.

She said I wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t have been right, because everyone else laughed.

My mom and dad tell me to always tell the truth.  I did!  Fried chicken is my favorite animal.  I told dad what happened and he said my teacher may be a member of PETA.  He said they love animals very much.

I do too.  Especially chicken, pork and beef

Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal’s office.  I told him what happened and he laughed too.  Then he told me not to do it again.

The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.  I told her it was chicken.  She asked me why, so I told her it was becaue you could make them into fried chicken.

She sent me back to the principal’s office.  He laughed and told me not to do it again.

I don’t understand.  My mom and dad tell me to be honest, but my teacher doesn’t like it when I am.

Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most.

I told her, “Colonel Sanders”. 

Guess where I am now . . .

I hope this at least made you smile.  Happy Tuesday!

3 Responses to This is an example of what I love about the Internet

  1. Linda says:

    I, of course, heard this during one of those rare pauses in conversation. It was funny then, and it’s still funny. ;)

  2. Hilary says:

    It is funny .. almost as funny as your self-deprecating line. ;)

  3. Sandra says:

    Linda — I believe you — I laugh every time I read it. I’m ignoring the “rare pause” comment. : )

    Hilary — One of the advantages of being at this point in life is that the truth about our weaknesses doesn’t hurt like it did when we were younger. I never met an “awkward silence” I didn’t want to fill!! : )

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