Mamacita says:  It’s time for some major teacher-friend pimpage here on Scheiss Weekly!

There are many ‘teacher blogs’ in my blogroll, and one of the best is Mister Teacher’s Learn Me Good.

“No, Johnny, 50 is NOT a good score.”

This guy has his fingers in a million pies – and you all know by know how much I love to make pies!

“My students can beat up your students.”

Mister Teacher is funny and smart and tells it like it is; this, folks, is the third grade teacher we all hope our own children have.

“Does Uranus have a ring around it?”

Mr. Teacher’s Spreadshirt Store has some of the funniest T-shirts I’ve ever seen, and his prices aren’t bad, either.

“I teach; therefore, I am. . . poor.”

If you can’t find what you’re looking for at the Spreadshirt Store, try Mister Teacher’s CafePress Store.

“In math class, no one can hear you scream.”

You can read the first few chapters of his book Learn Me Good right here. You can buy the book on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.com

“No child left befuddled.”

He’s got his own column at Education.com!

“Fractions.  Why did it have to be fractions?”

Be serious now; don’t you want to be friends with a guy who has forty children, all with different mothers?  I know I do!

“Thank God for recess!”

This guy even has a couple YouTube videos; you can watch them over on his blog.  Is there anything he can’t do? I read Mister Teacher’s blog every day.  I think y’all would like it, too.

“I love the smell of crayons in the morning.”

P.S.  His real name’s a secret, so pay no attention to the ‘by John Pearson’ on his book.  Just don’t look at that part, ‘k?

“Houston, we have a WORD problem.”

Mister Teacher writes a great blog.  Please check him out.

His BLOG.  Check out his BLOG.  What’s wrong with you people?

Oh yes, I remember.  And I love and appreciate that, too.  Never change.

No money exchanged hands in return for this blog pimpage.  It was done out of respect, friendship, and a chance to tell my readers about a really good blog.  Go forth and experience Mister Teacher for yourselves, young grasshoppers.