elizabitchtaylor said: Abed!
Haven’t quite mastered impersonating Don Draper in order to seduce a coed.
Fortunately I haven’t had a drink thrown in my face for wanting to talk about Farscape at a bar when I knew I was being chatted up.
My sources for my paper on The Byrds.
I also found some good primary sources from my earlier Byrds paper.
Being a journalism degree holder and having a great memory makes it easy for me ferret out sources.
My professor said he wishes my brain had a USB port so he could download everything in my head.
He also compared my knack for remembering details to another student of his at the grad center.
It’s gotten to the point in my 60s class that he’ll turn to me for clarification and confirmation of a detail.
One of my classmates compared me to a walking encyclopedia.
It’s good to be the king.
midnight-nambla said: If you teach college you can bang your students.
I’m sure a lot of coeds are dying to bang the dopplegänger of Bruce Vilanch and Bun E. Carlos.
This issue actually came up when I was a GA. I thought one of my students was cute and I developed a little crush on her after she complimented me on my Kinks t-shirt and we talked about them. She said her favorite song was “Mindless Child of Motherhood,” which I respected because that’s a seriously deep cut.
Let’s be the real: the only reason I want to teach high school is so that I have an alibi for when I start manufacturing meth.
Losing your virginity is awesome. It gives you an ultra-low benchmark with which to compare all of the other bad things that you will experience throughout your life.