Beast on the Court

One of my students was talking about tattoos during breakfast.
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M: Someone told me that you can’t get a tattoo if you diabetic.
Mr. C: Well the needles might cause a problem.
M: Why?
R: The needle goes in the skin and bleeds.
M: It does?
R: Yeah. (Pulls up his shirt to reveal a lion on the left, Jesus in the middle, and a basketball on the right.) See?
M: Yeah.
Mr. C: What does it mean?
R: Jesus be watching over me and my basketball career.
Mr. C: What is the lion for?
R: Cause I’m a beast on the court and he’s the king of the jungle ya feel me?
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Limp

S walks in with a limp:
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S: Damn man I gotta go to the hospital when I get home.
Mr. C: Why is that?
S: Cause I think I sprained my ankle.
Mr. C: Oh.
S: I ain’t been to the doctor yet.
Mr. C: What did you do to it?
S: I think I sprained it playin’ basketball at the house.
Mr. C: Oh yeah?
S: When I went up to dunk it, when I come back down it twisted like this right here, it went backwards and twisted, that shit hurt.
Mr. C: Ouch. I bet.
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Later S was walking without a limp but oddly had a limp again around other students and staff, a medical mystery.


Rough

On the way back from lunch.
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R: My homey got killed today this morning.
Mr. C: You knew them?
R: Yeah, I had classes with him. We used to play basketball together.
Mr. C: What happened?
R: They said somebody came up and just shot him.
Mr. C: Geez.
R: Shot him like prolly 5 or 6 times.
Mr. C: That’s rough R. I’m sorry.
R: Yeah.
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Double Dribble

On the way to breakfast:
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D: Did you see the Celtics play last night?
Mr. C: No, I don’t keep up with sports.
R: I saw the game.
D: Yeah? Who won?
R: I got two hands on my balls cause I double dribble.
Mr. C: It is way too early in the morning to be that inappropriate.
R: Well you asked.
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