Saturday, November 11, 2006
Everything I learned in life, I learned in college
If you truly think about it, you were naive, yet ecstatic, yet prepared for life when you were in school. Those formative years chasing the young nubile coeds were what life was truly about. Besides raging hormones, you were gifted with "knowing everything" and caring about nothing. No real responsibiliites to speak of; certainly no mortgage concerns, car debt, braces, etc. You had the entire future to consider and all was incredibly fun and possible. No limitations as you dreamed about learning to drive a motorcycle, skydiving, and fornicating with a million plus women. College was an opportunity to grow and transition into adulthood. No longer would you be concentrating on Power Rangers but the Texas Rangers. What is amazing to me is the sight of overaged grey haired men back on campus trying to relive those days of glory, as they mumble along the quad, thinking about what might have been. I think I actually saw a balding one driving by in his new corvette the other day.
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What's a mortgage?
It is what you use to pay for college
If this college thing is so great, why didn't I learn what a mortgage was then?
I don't think cosmetology college counts as the same thing, but since it was a correspondence school, I'll give you some credit for knowing how to lick stamps. Kind of gave you practice for the real world when you began kissing butts.
I wanted to be a cosmetologist but I never got up in space because I couldn't speak Russian.
I don't think you made it into space because it took you so long to complete your correspondence school. Guess you weren't Russian through your studies.
I would have finished sooner but my car kept breaking down on the way to class. I'm never going to buy another Kremlin!
Vodka did you say? Wipe that Smirnoff your face!
I haven't been getting much sleep lately. In fact, right now I'm borscht.
Maybe, it's because you stayed up too late watching the Cleveland Caviar game!
I had to stay up late, I was in Georgia at the time.
Oooh, good response. Guess you were Putin me in my place.
Hey, pipe down! You're starting to Boris with all your Yeltsin.
I'm just Stalin for a better reply.
When I was an officer in the Navy, the dining room cook fell ill. We had to borrow the Crew's Chef to make our dinner.
I wonder if he can be our newest DJ replacing that shock jock Moscow Mueller
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