Two little boys in first grade were chosen to be the leads in their first school play. It was to be Shakespearean play.
The first little boy was to say, "My fair maiden...I have come to snatch a kiss and fill your soul with hope."
The second little boy was to reply by saying,"Hark, a pistol shot!"
Well, on opening night in the school auditorium, the two little boys were a bit nervous, knowing that all the seats were going to be filled with grown-ups. The teacher told them to take their places on the stage and to remember to speak very loud as soon as the curtain goes up. The curtain rose and looking out upon the audience the two boys were terrified. They stood there frozen. So the teacher whispered for them to begin.
The first boy yelled out these unforgettable words..."My fair maiden!. . .I have come to kiss your snatch and fill your hole with soap."
The second boy screams out..."Hark! A shistol pot, a postle shiss, a pot of crap, horse crap, bull crap...I never wanted to be in this lousy play anyway..."
The audience left howling.
The first little boy was to say, "My fair maiden...I have come to snatch a kiss and fill your soul with hope."
The second little boy was to reply by saying,"Hark, a pistol shot!"
Well, on opening night in the school auditorium, the two little boys were a bit nervous, knowing that all the seats were going to be filled with grown-ups. The teacher told them to take their places on the stage and to remember to speak very loud as soon as the curtain goes up. The curtain rose and looking out upon the audience the two boys were terrified. They stood there frozen. So the teacher whispered for them to begin.
The first boy yelled out these unforgettable words..."My fair maiden!. . .I have come to kiss your snatch and fill your hole with soap."
The second boy screams out..."Hark! A shistol pot, a postle shiss, a pot of crap, horse crap, bull crap...I never wanted to be in this lousy play anyway..."
The audience left howling.