We had a substitute today for math, he was like 100,000 years old and whistled when he said his S's.
It was hilarious, me and this other kid kept making whistle noises at him, and we were both whistling when we talked when he called on us to answer questions (of course he had no idea what we were doing), and we were throwing things at him when he wasn't looking, and we kept putting thumb tacks on his chair- I put like 3 on there, every time he sat down there was a thumb tack on his chair. It was a fun day.
As you can tell, I am in a class of highly mature individuals.
This SG rocks my socks. (MySpace link, so it's safe for work and KMC)