Ten cannonballs

So, I was at clay class night and had to go potty. I'm walking down the halls of the college I'm at, (read that, college, oh yes) and coming out of the men's bathroom is a professor, maybe mid 40s age. With his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped. He takes a quick glance at me and immediately grabs his nether region, knowing that he didn't finish up on his potty break.

The funnier part of this was that his shirt and hair were all disheveled. Like, he had just gotten some in the bathroom from a student. Fellow professor. Or janitor. Whatever.

It's only the second week of school, but I guess some people are already in bad need of better grades.

nine oh nien danka

So I watched the Republican National Convention last night, just as I watched the Democratic one last week.

It was like watching a dog and pony show at a PTA meeting. I mean, are you serious?

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