Harry: "Alright Shelly, this question's for you"
Shelly: "Ah, Dad, my name's not Shelly, it's Smelly!!! Not in front of my friends!"
Harry: "Shelly, I am NOT gonna call you that! No son of mine is gonna be called Smelly Beaver!"
Shelly buries his head in his hands at his desk.
Harry: "Alright, what does the DC in Washington DC stand for?"
Shelly: "Heck, everybody knows that one Dad! It stand for Dot Com!!! Washington Dot Com!!!"
Harry: "Shelly don't call me "dad" when we're in school! And no! That's not what it stands for! No more computers for you!"
Harry: "Alright, I'll give you another chance. Let's try math. What's the square root of 55?"
Shelly: "Oh that's easy! That's a trick question! Everybody knows roots are ROUND!"
*Harry shakes his head in fatherly disbelief*
Harry: "I give up! Is there anything you DO know???"
Shelly: "Yeah, I gotta question for you. Why don't "taxis" collect "taxes"???"
*Harry slumps into his desk chair and lets his head fall on the pile of "F"'s on his desk.*
Harry: "It's gonna be a LOOOOOOOONG year..."
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Harry Beaver High -- Bell Ringers...
