On the way back from breakfast.
D: It’s hot in this school.
Mr. C: Well take your jacket off.
D: Nah, it’s hot like a slave ship.
Mr. C: Hot like a slave ship? Really D? You are going to try to pull that?
D: Yeah you know like back in the day.
Mr. C: Well first of all this is a school, not a slave ship. And secondly we have air conditioning.
One of my juniors told this joke this morning:
K: If the world was made out of a jacket, where would all the black people live?
Mr. C: I don’t know, the pocket?
K: In the hood.
Mr. C: Ah, clever.