Little Johnny farts in the classroom

Little Johnny lets out a fart in the classroom,

causing his teacher to become upset and eject him from the room.

A Laugh Outside

Seated outside the classroom,

Little Johnny finds himself unable to contain his laughter.

Encounter with the Principal

Passing by, the principal notices Johnny and inquires about his laughter.

Johnny’s Explanation

Johnny explains, “I farted in class, and the teacher threw me out.”

The Principal’s Confusion

The principal probes further, “Then why are you laughing?”

Johnny’s Retort

“Because those idiots are stuck in the class smelling

my fart while I’m out here enjoying the fresh air!”

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