The Tale of Mr. Brown
In high school, I had an orchestra teacher named Mr. Brown, a short, mousy fellow with no distinguishing features. Except for his outrageous lies.

Such as the time he left class early in order to dine on steak and lobster at the Peppermill Casino (I'm from Nevada) because the head chef personally invited him.
Or how he would often spend time in France teaching extremely wealthy French children how to play the viola, despite the fact that his French and viola skills were substandard.
Or when he was gone for a week because he was invited to play the viola for the Utah Olympics, and then hurt his back very badly from sliding down the luge. After this, he would often lie down on the floor and shriek.
He was fired after a year for being incompetent and psychotic.

The next year, we had a teacher named Mrs. Toti. One day, she arrived in the classroom with a serious look on her face.
"Hey, class, I have to tell you why Mr. Brown left."
The whole class stopped to listen to what we hoped would be an exciting story about our former teacher.
"Well, you all know that he had horrible back pain, but this summer something even worse happened to him. Apparently he was in France teaching a viola class, and one of his student's family invited him on a fox hunt."
Most of the class was stifling giggles by now.
"He was in the lead when he saw the fox, so he pulled out his rifle and tried to shoot it. He missed, fell off his horse, and injured his back. Isn't that horrible?"
The entire class burst into laughter. Mrs. Toti, outraged at our behavior, shouted "You guys, stop laughing! What happened to Mr. Brown isn't funny, he is in major pain, and you should all sign a get well card for him."

Of course, no card was signed.
(lbucket, Fri 30 Nov 2007, 0:11, 1 reply)

LOL
Mrs Toti.
(kitescreech still here, Sat 1 Dec 2007, 8:42, closed)