Me: *comes in to school early to help Mr T decorate for the holidays*
Mr T: Thank you all so much for helping me.
Me: Not a problem! Catch me at the right time, I love decorating for the holidays!
Mr T: Yeah, but...you don't mind decorating somebody else's room?
Me: Not at all! Do you pass by the thrift shop at all?
Mr T: Yeah?
Me: Do you see the tree in the window? Or the ornaments on the spring bed frame?
Mr T: Yeah.
Me: I did that! After the opium speaker on Tuesday, my mom and I went to the thrift shop, loaned the shop keeper our tree and spent all day decorating the shop while bs-ing with the shop keeper! We were helping her get ready for Black Friday!
Mr T: Oh you did? Oh well that was very sweet of you!
Me: Thanks!
*3 Minutes Later*
Me: Hey Mr T? Wanna hear a joke?
Mr T: Is it school appropriate?
Me: Yeah.
Mr T: Hmmalrighty, go ahead.
Me: Okay, so you've heard the joke "Why was 6 afraid of 7? Because 7 8 9." But why exactly did 7 eat 9?
Mr T: *shrugs his shoulders* Why?
Me: Because he was told that he should always get three squared meals a day.
Mr T: *smiles* Haaaaaaaaa-
Me: *smiling*
Mr T: *dead serious* If you wanna keep decorating the room, you won't keep telling jokes like that again, got it?
Me: o-O
Me: Who spit in your coffee this morning?
Mr T: My brother.
Me: ...
Me: That wasn't supposed to be a rhetorical question.