Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard

I freaking love America: the things it stands for, freedom, all that shit. I didn't realize this until I spent a year living in Serbia. I'm pretty up front about it, because it makes a lot of people uncomfortable, but today in class the subject came up again.

I'd made up a game for my 8th graders. As I explained the concept to them, "Get it, guys? It's half bingo, it's half jeopardy-- IT'S JINGO!!!" I realized I was standing next to an American flag and a copy of Constitution.