I grew up going to a ~90% nigger school, including teachers.
3rd grade teacher tried to tell me that because the North Pole was cold, the South Pole was hot. I said I thought it wasn't, it was actually really cold in Antarctica.
She told me the further south you go, the hotter it gets. Why else would Alabama be hotter than Philadelphia?
She graduated with honors. And by honors, I mean she was given an honorary nigger degree.
I had a third grade teacher, big black lady, and she had this huge black mole on her back. And it wasn't flat on her back, it was almost like a mini-xenomorph crowning out of the middle of her back.
She also liked to wear backless tops, I guess to let her mole breathe, and since that thing was gross AF, I couldn't stop looking at it.
She passed by me slowly one day, and after getting my best view of it yet , it struck me what it looked like: a huge raisin!
My no-filer, 3rd grade mind asked her (in front of the whole class), "Is that a raisin on your back?"
Without missing a beat, she replied, "Why? You wanna eat it?"
And she brought down the fucking house! That's the age where you still got grossed-out out loud, so we were crying laughing, while also yelling, "OOOOOhhhhh nooooo! EEEeeeeewwww!"
I gotta give it to her, she crushed it in the clutch, and is part of the reason why I still can't eat a fucking raisin.
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