Language centre students hilarious

There were about 30 students in a language centre. They were all working adults. At their first class, the students were asked to introduce themselves and why they enrolled for the course.

Next each student was asked to read a passage. The passage ran like this:

My mother went to a hotel near the airport to see a friend, Mrs. B. Rampa, who had flown in from Singapore. After not having seen each other for three years, they went to the hotel lounge to chat over a few drinks.

It was early afternoon and there were no other customers except for them and a Japanese tourist. They were each warming a bar stool and chatting away when the Japanese tried to get flirt with them.

He said: “Ladies, let me buy you both a Johnny Walker, eh?” My mother said: “Beat it.”

Embarassed at being rejected, the Japanese suddenly bared his teeth like an animal and growled. Then he used foul language on the two women. At that moment, a security guard appeared and asked the Japanese to leave.

As he was escorted out of the lounge, he threatened to complain to a big Press at the rude treatment. There was peace in the lounge again and my mother and Mrs. B. Rampa giggled like little girls.

When one of the students, a salesman read the passage, it sounded like this:

My mudder went to a hot-tell near the airpot to see a fliend, Mrs. B. Lampa, who had flown in from Singkapoh. After not having sin each other for tree years, they went to the hot-tell launch to chat over a few dlinks.

It was early afternoon and there were no udder customers except for them and a Jarpenis tourist. They were each warming a bar stool and chatting away when the Jarpenis tried to flood with them.

He said: “Ladies, let me buy you both a Chuni Walker, eh?” My mudder said: “Bit it.”

Embarassed at being rejected. The Jarpenis suddenly bared his tit like an animal and glowed. Then he used fowl-language on the two women. At that moment, a security guard appeared and arsed the Jarpenis to leave.

As he was escorted out of the launch, he threatened to complain to a big breast at the root treatment. There was piss in the launch again and my mudder and Mrs. B. Lampa giggled like litter girls.