My beautiful pre cal teacher: Hey hippie
Me: Que pasa homie
My beautiful pre cal teacher: How are your dreads coming along?
Me: They're in there. You want to touch them?
My beautiful pre cal teacher: Nah. I might find some ganja in there and I'll have to "confiscate" it.
Me: By confiscate it you mean smoke it during your lunch break?
My beautiful pre cal teacher: Oh Vega, you know me so well. I love you my Rastafari friend.