Mrs. Oradoor

"Hydrothermal vents can be found at the bottom of the ocean," said Mrs. Oradoor to her class that wasn’t listening. John was sleeping on his desk, Ellen was staring into space, June was reading a magazine in her textbook, and Thomas was making paper airplanes out his old assignments.

Mrs. Oradoor never seemed to mind that nobody was paying attention during her lectures. The class was paying just enough attention to notice when she said something the next instant that the whole class found interesting.

"There's something lodged in my anus right now. Anyone care to venture a guess?"

The students stared in quiet befuddlement. The male members of the class were keenly interested in the contents of their nubile young teacher's rectum.

Mrs. Oradoor turned around, and hiked up her skirt. "Ppphhhhffffttt!! Braaapp!"

She then turned back to the class, and addressed everyone. "That's right. I've got gas... just like hydrothermal vents. My bottom is just like the ocean's bottom, get it?"

Completely missing the point of her unorthodox teaching method, John raised his hand and asked, "Can you hike up your skirt again?"