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.