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So, to veer away from the more lurid tales on the meme thread...
The funniest thing I can remember (funny to a 15 year old at least) was in RE. Our class was held in a one of those rickety old temporary classrooms with undulating floors and this one looked out on one of the playing fields. Our teacher was a genial middle aged Irish brother (school being run by Franciscan friars) who was also a boarding master (for the small number of poor bastards whose parents had abandoned them and who were forced to board). By all accounts he was actually a very nice chap and one of the few not to be done for some shenanigans. Anyway, he lived on the grounds and had a huge old St Bernard, called Bernard, who followed him around a lot of the time. One day we are sitting in our classroom rapt at some biblical tale or other when someone notices something out of the window. "Sir, isn't that your dog?" calls out Kevin. Said brother looks out of the window then bolts it out of the classroom and off over the field after the huge lolloping St Bernard, who is heading off in the opposite direction. All the time he is belowing 'Bernard, BERNARD' at it like a prototype Irish Fenton Man. He isn't an athletic chap so it takes him a long time to catch up with the hound, hollering all the way. By the time he gets within 5 meters of the dog he is a good distance away from us. Somehow this made it even funnier when the dozy old hound turned around and went for him, barking loudly. What quickly became obvious to us (and even more quickly to him) is that it wasn't his dog and it wasn't down for being chased by a red faced man in a brown habit. Perhaps it had a bad experience in the past, I don't know. Anyway, it took about 50 meters to catch up with the now rapidly retreating brother, what with them being fairly evenly matched and all. In the end I think he tripped on his habit and 'not Bernard' was on him. It gave him a quick nip and turned and lolloped off again, as if nothing had happened and presumably because it had made its point. Needless to say, he came back very flustered, caked in mud and not in the mood to joke and we spent the next 45 minutes desperately trying not to giggle. He saw the funny side later.