The teacher asked the class to use the exact word “fascinate” in a sentence.
Molly volunteered: “We went to my granddad’s farm, and his pet sheep was fascinating.”
“Good try, Molly,” the teacher said, “but that’s fascinating, not fascinate.”
Sally went next: “We visited Rock City and I was fascinated.”
“Also close, Sally, but that’s fascinated.”
Little Johnny enthusiastically raised his hand. The teacher hesitated, knowing his reputation, but figured there was no possible way he could ruin this particular word. She reluctantly called on him.
Johnny stood up proudly and said, “My aunt Carolyn bought a new sweater with ten buttons, but her tits are so big she can only fasten eight!”
The teacher sat down and cried.
