Where’s your homework?

“Johnny, where’s your homework?” Miss Martin asked the little boy

“My dog ate it,” was his solemn response.

“Johnny, I’ve been a teacher for eighteen years. Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“It’s true, Miss Martin, I swear,” insisted Johnny. “I had to force him, but he ate it!

No Duck Tails For Donald

No Duck Tails For Donald

That's A Lot Of Bull...Fighting.

That’s A Lot Of Bull…Fighting.