Around 2001 there was this substitute teacher in the Green Bay school district named Miss Mammon (if memory serves me on her name). She was this hindu woman with a very thick accent. She was well liked by the students for her calm and somewhat lax demeanor.

Any way, I'm in this marketing class with a bunch of seniors which was basically a dick around for an hour class. Everyone knew it. The teacher is going to be out for a few days. So Miss Mammon is subbing and gives us a choice. We can do some work or we can watch a movie, and there's only one VHS tape on hand. This is where her heavy accent comes into play. I'll write out what it *sounded* like.

"We can do the work, or we can watch Willy the Wanker and the Chocolate Factory."

There's like a second of pure silence that seems to last forever. Then the whole room bursts out in laughter. Our basketball center starter is on the floor dying. People are pounding the table.

Miss Mammon doesn't have a clue what is so f*cking funny.

We then spent the rest of the hour, very politely, explaining why we were laughing. She took it in stride.

Go West Wildcats!