As The Bell Rings is a collection of hilarious stories from the mouths of Southern elementary school-age munchkins. Each story is true and brimming with true Southern charm. Have you ever laughed so hard that tears welled up in your eyes, rolled down your cheeks, and you had to reach for a tissue or a sleeve whichever was handy? Have you ever had a grin so big the undertaker couldn't get it off? My friends and I experience this all the time and we call it a case of the simples. You will have a good case of it after reading this. It is written in the unique Louisiana language just as the kids told it to me. The only way you will ever put it down is to put that rib back in place that you dislocated from the all the laughter. If laughter is the best medicine this will cure you of whatever ails you. You will be very tempted to share these stories with family and friends, but I have discovered that sharing is well over-rated. Make them buy their own copies. Grab a box of tissue, take a deep breath, and hold on because it will be ride you won't forget. The only thing I ask is that you leave that big ole grin on your face to share with the world. Read, enjoy, laugh, you deserve it.
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Scott was a chubby little cherub with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes that could melt your heart when he got into trouble.
His first-grade teacher was ill and couldn't be there.As the kids walked into the room they were greeted by a stranger. This lady was nice and sweet. She got along very will with all the kids. She was a retired school teacher(you know, one of those old ones anywhere from 50-70 who sometimes forgets why they retired so they volunteer to teach for the day...ususally this one day jolts their memories and you don't see them again for the rest of the year). Well, our little Scott went home that afternoon and as usual his mom asked him what he did that day at school and he said, "Oh, nothin' new, our teacher was a prostitute today!"
Now I know this mom personally and believe you me she was on my phone in a hurry wanting to know what in the world was goin' on in that schoolhouse! I assured her that Scott had simply gotten his tutes mixed up because today he had a SUBSTITUTE teacher, not a prostitute teacher.
After relating the incident to the principal the next morning,he went to the classroom and asked to see the teacher's vocabulary lists. "Just to make sure", he told her with a wink.