“Yeah, my son tole me that a teacher said he had a notorious grandma. How they know that? I want that heffer fired and give me some money”
I was in some kind of art class that admitted students from freshman to senior. This freshman kid was strutting around the room saying, “I’m ruthless! I’m ruthless!” But it sounded like “rootless.” So, this senior girl leaned over and whispered to me, “That’s because he doesn’t know who his daddy is.” First-degree burn!