I'm sure your spelling and punctuation was so much better though.
I'm your mama, I'm your daddy
I'm that nigga in the alley
I'm your doctor when in need
Want some coke, have some weed
You know me, I'm your friend
Your main boy, thick and thin
I'm your pusherman
I'm your pusherman
Ain't I clean, bad machine
Super cool, super mean
Dealin' good for the Man,
Superfly, here I stand
Secret stash, heavy bread
Baddest bitches in the bed
I'm your pusherman
I'm your pusherman
I'm your pusherman
Yes, I'll never forget "The Talk" with my parents about homosexuality when I was 8.
Actually, that's about when my stepfather had "The Talk" with my kid brother. I'd offhandedly started a sentence with "When I was going out with Greg", and my brother, said, "You went out with Greg? (yes, at 8 years old, he knew what that meant) But you're both boys!"
My stepfather calmly said, "Well, some boys go out with other boys."
My brother shrugged and went back to his ravioli.
“My great-aunt Jennifer ate a box of candy every day of her life. She lived to be 102, and when she had been dead for three days, she still looked better than you do now!”—Sheridan Whiteside (via Moss Hart), The Man Who Came To Dinner
I'm sure your spelling and punctuation was so much better though.
Honestly don't remember. I was in Catholic school at that point, though, and the nuns were not particularly forgiving of lapses. Instruction through destruction was one of their favorite tactics.
“My great-aunt Jennifer ate a box of candy every day of her life. She lived to be 102, and when she had been dead for three days, she still looked better than you do now!”—Sheridan Whiteside (via Moss Hart), The Man Who Came To Dinner
And coincidentally enough, the other night at rehearsal, my director brought the binder she keeps of thank-you letters we've gotten from kids when we visit schools..and yes, some of the third graders did actually write like this.
Unfortunately, so did some of the seventh graders.
“My great-aunt Jennifer ate a box of candy every day of her life. She lived to be 102, and when she had been dead for three days, she still looked better than you do now!”—Sheridan Whiteside (via Moss Hart), The Man Who Came To Dinner
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