During summer school, we have field day activites every Friday afternoon. Apart from the general onslaught of pandemonium that we, the teachers, get to deal with, there are often a few choice quotes buried like diamonds in the rough...
Lazarius: "Man it's hot out here! I'm too black fo' this!!!"
Umamazinia: "Lazarius, you sweatin' so hard I can see yo' taco meat through yo' t-shirt!"
Naturally, this warrants further inquiry.
Mr. S: "I know I'm going to regret it, but please tell me Umamazinia...what on earth is 'taco meat'?"
Umamazinia: "Hah, You don't know taco meat, Mr. S? 'Taco meat' mean his chest hair, 'cause it that's what it look like. It be all rolled up and junk."
I had to stop myself from throwing up the contents of my stomach at that description. If there's ever been a case against adding artificial hormones to livestock, one need only examine our 6th grade kids' 'taco meat'.
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