Johnny Brought Home His History Test Result.

Little Johnny brought home his history test result, which was 90.His father was overjoyed with it. His mother, Karen, couldn’t believe her kid got 90 in history. After careful examination of the marks, she saw that the handwriting styles of the 9 and the 0 differed. “Johnny, you’re so busted. Tell me, did you add the zero to your marks?” “No, mum, I didn’t.”

“I’m asking you once more. “Did you add that fxxking 0 to your grades?” “Mum, no, I didn’t add that 0” . “OK, as you’re not telling the truth, you are grounded for 1 month.” “Mum, no, please, no, I really didn’t add that 0.”

“This is your last chance kid, tell me the truth.” “……. I just added the 9 to it.”

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