I just remembered this really random memory of 7th grade social studies class. There was a period of a week or so where we were working on state capitals, and you were teamed up with the person seated next to you for extended quizzing sessions. Well, lucky me, the kid seated next to me was a fucking idiot that spent a good portion of his time in class drawing extreme Jesus tattoos on himself. I remember one in particular that depicted a pair of sandaled feet (with wings on the sandals) flying over a basketball hoop. Underneath, it read “Air Jesus.” Yeah, it was totally awesome. You may not have heard about the miracle in which Jesus beat an entire basketball team by himself, at one point performing a double frontflip dunk and even depantsing opponents when they were trying to make free throws! I think it’s deuterocanonical.

Anyway, quizzing generally consisted of one person naming a state and the other person naming the capital. Any time it was my turn to name states and I got to Idaho, he would blurt out “You da ho?” then look around the room for reactions. EVERY FUCKING TIME. You know how a funny joke gets really old after hearing it 30 or 40 times? The effect is a thousand times worse with jokes that aren’t funny the first time. Finally, after rolling my eyes so many times that I was tearing extraocular muscles, I started omitting Idaho from the list, which really bummed the kid out.

“Dude, dude, you skipped Idaho.”
“Oh did I? Well it’s fucking BOISE.”