My best friend Jason is awesome. He is so fucking funny. My students (tards) love Jason for this reason: He is 6'8". He volunteers once a week at my school to be a "lunch buddy" with Jamel, the Sudanese kid.
Jamel's world is similar to Tucker Max in this respect: He is the most self-absorbed little fuck ever. Unless it concerns him, Jamel is completely uninterested.
A few days ago Jason showed up to eat lunch with Jamel. He then went out to recess with Jamel. At one point, I go out on the playground to talk to him. We are talking shit about the retards when Jamel runs up, hugs Jared's leg, and yells,
"You’re cool AND funny AND you're my friend!"
Jason's immediate response: "What do you mean I'm funny?"
I know exactly where he is going with this, I am loving it immediately.
"What do mean, you mean the way I talk?" Jamel realizes I am laughing my ass off and laughs with me, even though he has no idea why I am laughing
"Funny how? I mean what's so funny about me?" I am still laughing, and Jamel is too, and he is still oblivious as to why either of us are laughing
"Let me understand this cause, I don't know kid, maybe it's me, I'm a little messed up maybe, but I'm funny how? Like I'm a clown? I amuse you. I make you laugh...I'm here to amuse you. What do you mean funny how? How am I SO FUNNY?"
At this point, another mature (read: old and lame) teacher is walking toward us. Jason stops with the Goodfellas imitation, and Jamel screams to the teacher, "My friend is cool and funny and he eats lunch with me and no one else if I am good on Wednesday!!"
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