What Jesus and I have in Common

Here is a small anecdote that I found entertaining as it happened to me.

Background:
I often eat lunch with the same group of ninth graders. I really enjoy this time of the day. It allows me to interact with the students in a role which is not strictly authoritarian/authoritative/in charge. I can listen to their stories, laugh with them, joke with them all without having to worry about work getting done or seeming weak in their eyes. At these lunches, the students have no shame. They will often talk of their sexual exploits (then try to ask about mine). It's a fun time.

Scene: Lunch on a typical mid-day week.

Players: DD, TB, BS, EW, and others, ME (that's me, if you're wondering)
DD: What the f*** you doing, man? Those are my tater-tots.
ME: What the frick are you doing? Is that what you said, DD?
DD: Hunh? Oh yeah, of course. What the frick.
TB: Hey, [insert my name here], that reminds me. You would have been so proud of me at the basketball game last night.
ME: Why's that?
TB: Well, I was getting really angry and pushing with this other girl and the refs were dumb. So, i was about to swear up a storm. But, instead of saying "what the f***" I though to myself, Well, what would [insert my name here] do? So, I said frick instead. And instead of saying sh*t I said shoot. Everytime.
ME: That's great. (rolling in laughter with others)
TB: So, DD. That's really what you have to start asking yourself: What would [insert my name here] do?

So, there's that.