setting: A girl in my class was writing on the board without permission.
me: Stop writing on the board. Girl, what you think you doin? *pause* You caught me by surprise and my ghetto voice came out.
girl: That's not ghetto.
me: Well, look at me. How ghetto am I?
boy: a negative five
me: I'm a negative five on the ghetto scale?
class: *in unison* yes
Good thing the class didn't hear me listening to Timbaland, Jay-Z, & Kanye last night on my way to the coffee house; that may have bumped me up to a negative three...