The teacher says, “Today we are going to learn multisyllabic words, class. Does anyone have an example of a multisyllabic word?”

Little Johnny waves his hand, “Me, teacher! Oh, me, me!”

The teacher smiles and says, “Alright, Johnny, what is your multisyllabic word?”

Little Johnny says, “Mas-tur-bate.”

The teacher is taken aback, but she manages to smile and says, “Wow, Johnny, that’s a mouthful.”

Little Johnny says, “No, ma’am, you’re thinking of a blow job. I’m talking about jerking off.”

Little Johnny runs into his house and asks, “Mommy, can little girls have babies?”

“No,” says his mom, “Of course not.”

After Little Johnny runs back outside, his mom hears him yell to his friend, “It’s OK, we can keep playing!”

Little Johnny was walking down the hallway at school. When he reaches his classroom he looks inside and sees a sub instead of his regular teacher. Johnny sits down and the teacher says, “Now students, my name is Ms. Prussy. Not the other word, this word has an r after the first letter.” Johnny started laughing. An hour later he forgot her name and said, “Your name has an r after the first letter — is it Ms. Crunt?”

Little Johnny asks, “Mommy, where do babies come from?”

His mother replies, “The stork brings them.”

Little Johnny, puzzled, asks, “Then who fucks the stork?”

Little Johnny was on a park bench stuffing all of his Halloween candy in his mouth. An old lady came over and said. “Son, don’t you know that eating all of that candy will rot your teeth, give you acne, and make you sick?”

“My grandfather lived to be 105 years old!” replied Johnny.

“Did he eat five candy bars at a sitting?” the old lady retorted.

“No,” said Johnny, “but he minded his own freakin’ business.”

Little Johnny was in class and the teacher announced that they were going to try something different to help everyone get to know each other a little better, and to help with their spelling.

She explained, “I want you to stand up and give us the occupation of your father, spell it, and say one thing he would give us all if he was here today.”

The first student raised her hand to volunteer.

“Marcy,” the teacher said. “You may go first.”

Marcy replied, “My father is a banker. B-A-N-K-E-R and if he was here today, he would give us all a shiny new penny.”

The teacher said, “Very nice, Marcy, who wants to go next?”

Kevin stood up and announced, “My father is a baker. B-A-K-E-R and if he was here today, he would give us all a freshly-baked cookie.”

“Very good,” the teacher told Kevin.

Jeff was next, and he said, “My father is an accountant. A-K, no wait, A-C-K, no…”

Before he could attempt to spell it once more, the teacher cut him off and told him to sit back down and to think about it for a while. When he thought he knew how to spell it, he could stand back up and try again.

Little Johnny raised his hand in excitement hoping to be acknowledged by the teacher. The teacher called on little Johnny to go next.

Johnny said, “My father is a bookie. B-O-O-K-I-E and if he was here today, he would give us all 20:1 odds Jeff will never be able to spell “accountant.”

Little Johnny was in the kitchen playing with his toy train as his father cooked dinner.

Little Johnny stopped the train and said, ”All you damn a**holes who want to get off, get the hell off. All those who want to get on, get the hell on!”

”Little Johnny!” exclaimed his father. ”I can’t believe you are using that language! You should be ashamed of yourself! I want you to go to your room and don’t come back until you have thought about what you’ve done!”

So Little Johnny goes to his room and comes back an hour or so later.

He resumes playing with his train, only this time when he stops it he says, ”All of you ladies and gentlemen who want to get off, you may now get off, and those who want to get on, you may now also get on. And as for those of you who have a problem with the hour delay, talk to the a**hole in the kitchen!”

Little Johnny’s class is reviewing the alphabet. His teacher knows that he has an “advanced” vocabulary for his age, so she avoids calling on him. When the teacher asks for a word beginning with “A,” Little Johnny raises his hand. The teacher anticipates he’ll say, “ass” so she calls on Mary Lou, who says “apple.”

This continues because the teacher knows that Little Johnny knows a cuss word for every letter of the alphabet. Then she gets to “R.” She can’t think of any cuss words that begin with R, so she calls on Johnny.

He exclaims, “R is for rats — big f**king rats, with 12-inch c**ks!”

One day little Johnny was walking up a hill pulling his red wagon behind him saying, “F**k this,” “F**k that.”

The town priest hears this and walks up to Johnny and says,”You shouldn’t swear like that, Johnny. God is all around us.”

“Is he in the sky?” asks Johnny.

“Yes,” says the priest.

“Is he in that bush over there?” asks Johnny.

“Yes,” says the priest.”

Is he in my wagon?” asked Johnny.

“Yes,” says the priest.

“Well tell him to get the f**k out and push!!!”

Legendarily naughty Little Johnny sat in class quietly as the students were composing a poem with their teacher. When she asked for an F-word that rhymed with “duck” he waved his hand feverishly.

The teacher frowned and passed him by. No kids, however, could offer her a solution. Finally she glared at Johnny and called on him.

Johnny put on his devlish grin and said, “An F-word that rhymes with duck is…. fluctuation.”

The teacher blurted out, “No Johnny, that’s sucks! I’m so sick of telling you what a little frigging a**hole you are!”

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