Sometimes I'd rather stab my eardrums with a rusty scalpel than dare listening in to the conversations of our students, but occasionally I hear some that make me smile.
To give context, a kid with an attitude missed a few days of school because he had received a less than desirable haircut. Knowing how his peers would rip into him like a pack of rabid hounds into an arthritic rabbit, he knew better than I how badly he would get it:
"Hey, I know where we can play the next football game... On the bowl on his head!"
"Hey man, did Ray cut your hair?"
Another incident involves an expression I've heard of before, but it still makes me laugh:
"Ow, I cut my finger on the sharpener!"
"That's cuz God don't like ugly, an' you an ugly mother."