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Well one day at band class our band teacher Mr. Rosier told a story about the night before. He came home from work and saw his wife making cupcakes. So he says, "Did you get cupcake mix today at the grocery store?" She says, "No. We had cake mix." Then Mr. Rosier said, "Don't you make cupcakes with cupcake mix?" and this just went on and on until he finally founded out that there's no such thing as cupcake mix and that you use cake mix to make cupcakes. That story definitely come back to haunt him. About a week later, he said something to Mrs. Stoll (our other band director) that made us go "Oooohh" then my friend Rachel goes, "At least she knows how to make cupcakes." and we went "OOOOHHHH" BURN!!!!! And about a month later we brought it back up and he says, "You probally told your parents about this and that's probally the only thing you told them about." and then he started mimicking a parent and child:
Parent:"So how was school?"
Student: "Mr. Rosier thought cupcakes were made out of cupcake mix."

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Mr. Dingledein (or Mr.D.) was giving us a lecture because one of my friends almost dented his trombone slide. "ok, here is the outerslide;" he made a circle with one of his hands, "and here is the inner slide." he used his index finger. "now normal, undented slides will go like this..." he started moving his index finger in and out of the little circl he made with his hands. the whole jazz band was craking up. "holy $h!+" he shouted when he realized what he was doing.