boaj and his brother were watching the 6 o'clock news. The news
was about a little girl that was about to win the national spelling
brother turns to the boaj and says, "I bet you $50 she
misses this word. "The boaj replies, "Okay you're
on." Sure enough, the enough the little girl missspells
a short pause the boaj reaches for his wallet and his brother
says, "I can't accept this money. I watched the 5 o'clock
news and saw her mispell the word already." "No, you
have to take it," says the boaj.
watched the 5 o'clock news too, but I didn't think there was
any way she would miss it again."
of little boajes were lined up in the cafeteria of a seminary
for boajes just before lunch. At the head of the table was a large
pile of apples. The priest made a note, and posted on the apple
tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further
along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large
pile of chocolate chip cookies. A young boaj had written another
note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."
a special teacher's day, a boaj kindergarten teacher was receiving
gifts from her class.
The florist's son handed her a gift. She shook it, held it over
her head, and said, "I bet I know what it is - flowers!"
"That's right!" said the boy, "but how did you
know?" "Just a wild guess," she said.
The next child was the candy store owner's daughter. The teacher
held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, "I bet I can
guess what it is - a box of candy!" "That's right! But
how did you know?" asked the girl. "Just a lucky guess,"
said the teacher.
The next gift was from Billy Boaj the liquor store owner's son.
The teacher held the bag over her head and noticed that it was
leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and
tasted it. "Is it wine?" she asked. "No,"
the boy replied. The teacher repeated the process, touching another
drop of the leakage to her tongue. "Is it champagne?"
she asked. "No," the boy replied. The teacher then said,
"I give up, what is it?"
The boy replied,
Boaj, where's your homework?" Miss Martin said sternly to
the little boy while holding out her hand. "My dog ate it,"
was his solemn response.
"Billy, I've been a teacher for eighteen years. Do you really
expect me to believe that?"
true, Miss Martin, I swear," insisted the boaj. "I had
to force him, but he ate it!"