After a procession of supply teachers, each failing in some vital way to hold onto the job, we were given Mr Conteh. Going for the intimidation tactic, Mr Conteg was a huge African man, with a very strong accent.
Did you notice his name was Mr Conteh? Well, that alone had us in hysterics, but eventually he found the class so lacking in concentration he started a disciplinary talk. This included the repetition of the phrase 'the ball is in your court'.
Unfortunately in his thick accent, this sound like Mr Cunty telling us that the ball was in our cunt. I mean, he could talk, being called Mr Cunty. And so, after an hour of uncontrolled laughing, another supply teacher tied up his belongings in a spotted hanky, and walked off into the sunset. (Actually, to my sister's school, where the same thing happened again)