For many, it's SPRING BREAK (or soon to be)...
Posted on 03/07/2008 4:50:15 AM PST by Lucky9teen
For many, it's SPRING BREAK (or soon to be)...
Spring break—that’s when kids work on their tans and teachers work on their sanity.
Spring break—that’s when kids go wild someplace other than school.
Spring break is when the only thing kids study is each other.
The college kids call it spring "break." Their parents, however, call it spring "broke."
Spring break is when teenagers give their swimsuits a dry run.
Spring break—that’s when students take time off from football games, basketball games, dances, parties, and hanging out in bars, and go to Florida and relax.
Thousands of college kids head south to vacation on a shoestring. Or at least that's what they wear on the beach.
Spring break is that annual ritual when college kids flock to the beach, get drunk, and try to swim upstream.
Spring break is when the nation's college kids demonstrate to the world how much they've learned.
Spring break is when the nation's breweries go all out to teach another generation how to throw up responsibly.
Beach owners would like surfers to sign waivers containing riders.
Yeah? Well surfers stay mounted longer because they work their “wax” in deeper...*drum roll please*
After a night out on the town the wine-drinking pirate captain had a port list.
The latest in swimwear........
A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds an assignment: To get their parent to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories:
Ashley said, “My father’s a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs got broken.”
“What’s the moral of that story?” asked the teacher. “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket!” “Very good,” said the teacher.
Next, little Sarah raised her hand and said, “Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is, ‘Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched’.”
“That was a fine story Sarah.” said the teacher.
“Michael, do you have a story to share?” “Yes,” said Michael, “My daddy told me this story about my Auntie Sharon. Auntie Sharon was a flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whisky on the way down so it wouldn’t break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.”
“Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher, “What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?”
“Stay the heck away from Auntie Sharon when she’s been drinking!”
Somehow I was expecting more from a “see-through bikini”.
...silly...I know...
spring break game..
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