Fo’ sho’, fo’ sho’ pizza dough

When I was still an English teacher, I taught this one kid, who in his junior year answered, “Fo’ sho’, fo’ sho’,” in this really reassuring tone for nearly for every affirmative answer. I heard it so much, sometimes it slipped out of my mouth, too. And now, some years later, one of my weird things is private rhyming. Private rhyming? That does sound weird, you’re thinking. I know. It is. It might go something like this: Continue reading “Fo’ sho’, fo’ sho’ pizza dough”