My Mom is a school teacher, and a darn good one. She has retired from it and gone back to it. She can break down, clean and reassemble a handgun, blindfolded, in ten seconds flat. (OK, fine, that last statement was complete hearsay based on a really wild day in the teacher's lounge.)
Anyway, here is one of the best of her "tales from the classroom" (cue creepy weird science music):
So Mom's teaching the kiddies in science class about the different parts of the human eye.
"The black middle part of your eye is called the Pupil. The colored part of your eye is called the Iris." She then pointed to a kid who was talking or otherwise not paying attention.
"Can you tell me what you just learned?" asks Mom.
"I learned that the black people in my eye are Irish," replies said kid.
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That's just too funny! I wonder who's living in MY eye? I suspect small mischief makers, since I seem to have an eye for trouble. ;)
I am horribly offended since I am a black Irishman... Oh, wait, no I'm not, just a black hearted Irishman.
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