<p>my sister's friend's chemistry class:</p>
<p>'okay i'll tell you a joke, there was a guy who always got Fs during his elementary and junior high years. his dad was <strong><em>ed. so he said 'son, why don't you set a goal this year and get straight Ds? the boy said yes, and got straight Ds. his dad was so proud. 'son, i will let you have a huge party at the mansion i have!!' but the boy said 'no dad, i just want two pinpong balls.' so he got his pingpong balls.
next year, the dad suggested 'hey, now why dont we set our goal to straight Cs?' 'but dad, i don't know....okay, i'll try.' so the boy did, and got straight Cs. dad was soooo proud. 'son, i'll send you on a trip to Europe with your friends! i'll pay for everything!' the boy only said 'that's very nice of you, but could i just have two boxes of pingpong balls from your factory?' the father had owned a pingpong ball factory- the third biggest in the world- and had all the pingpong balls he wished. not knowing why, he gave his son two boxes of pingpong balls.
now the boy was a junior, and the man suggested straight Bs this time. the boy sighed. 'okay dad, i'll try, but i can't guarantee it.' he tried hard-he did all the homeworks, studied overnights, etc. and at the end of the year, he came home with straight Bs. the dad was thrilled.
'SON! i will buy you a car, one a day, for a whole month! that's thirty cars! just name a brand and it's yours!' but the boy only smiled. 'dad, that's just so very nice of you, but i want two cradles of pingpong balls. that's all i want.' the dad was upset. 'why the hell do you need those stupid pingpong balls for?' 'that, dad, i'll let you know later.' so the boy got his pingpong balls, went to his room, and the balls were never to be seen again.
in the boy's senior year, the father said, 'now son. how about straight As?' the boy said 'dad, straight As? that's almost impossible! but well...i will try for you.' so the boy did. he passed all the tests, did all the extra credits offered, and at the end of the year, he came home- with a proud smile and a report card with all As. the boy's dad, as you may have imagined already, was sooooo happy. he said 'son! my son! i'll buy you a house, no a mansion!' the boy shook his head. 'dad, i really appreciate it, but really, can i have two truck loads of pingpong balls instead?' the dad was enraged. 'I OFFERED YOU A HOUSE! A HOUSE! WHY THE *</em></strong> DO YOU NEED PINGPONG BALLS FOR????' the boy only said' you will know very soon, dad.'
so the two trucks full of yellow pingpong balls climbed up the hill to the boy's house. the boy followed behind, walking along the path. than, the first truck's driver felt something under the truck. something had ripped open the tire. the truck fell, crushing the second truck. and the second truck fell, crushing the boy. he was all blood. the dad, horrified, ran to his son.
'son! son! are you all right???? wake up! wake up!'
the boy opened his eyes slowly, breathing heavily.
'dad...i don't wanna die...'
'oh no...oh no...but son, could you tell me why you wanted all those ** pingpong balls for?'
the boy nodded.
'dad, the pingpong balls are for...for...'
and he died. the end"</p>
<p>the story took away 45 minuites of the 50 minute class, for the chem teacher talked very slowly. alas, no one found out what those pingpong balls were for. :(</p>