Check out the facebook page. The name is the same.CT6MFL":3u8up4zz said:Ok so while cruzing amazon today, I ran across a book "You know you went to a Six-man School when...:
Friggin hilarious
An old couch and lazy-boy stationed outside the corner of the end zone count as a luxury suite for devoted fans. Wish I could remember what school this was.
Brown, Calvin B. (2013-11-20). You Know You Went to a Six-Man School When... (Kindle Locations 110-111). Frantically Publishing Company. Kindle Edition.
A professor at Wayne State University in Detroit was giving a lecture on Paranormal Studies. To get a feel for his audience, the lecturer asks: "How many people here believe in ghosts?"
About 90 students raise their hands. "Well, that's a good start. Out of those who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you have seen a ghost?"
About 40 students raise their hands.
"That's really good. I'm really glad you take this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?"
About 15 students raise their hand.
"Has anyone here ever touched a ghost?"
Three students raise their hands.
"That's fantastic. Now let me ask you one question further...Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?"
Way in the back, Ahmed raises his hand.
The professor takes off his glasses and says, "Son, all the years I've been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost. You've got to come up here and tell us about your experience."
The Middle Eastern Muslim student replied with a nod and a grin, and began to make his way up to the podium. When he reached the front of the room, the professor asks, "So, Ahmed, tell us what it's like to have sex with a ghost?"
Ahmed replied, "Crap, from way back there I thought you said Goats."
My Mommy The Dancer..., a real tear jerker
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their mothers did for a living.
All the typical answers came up — teacher, nurse, businesswoman, saleswoman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Johnny was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his mother, he replied, “Well my mother’s an exotic dancer in a cabaret and takes off all her clothes in front of men and they put money in her under-
wear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, she will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money.”
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Johnny aside to ask him, “Is that really true about your mother?”
No,” the boy said, “She works for the democratic National Committee and is campaigning for Hillary Clinton , but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids.”