We have two rival universities where I live. One of them is a "State" university, the other is not. The State university is located a little further away from major cities and population than the other university. It's primarily an agricultural university, whereas the other university has a long proud history of graduating kids who can tell you all about football, but who can't spell "football". I spent two years at State, and transferred and graduated from Other. My supervisor graduated from State, and is fiercely proud of that fact. I rarely wear booster clothing or apparel. He rarely goes without sporting the colors and logo of State.
Today, I have on a hat from the Other university.
As I was trying to stay awake at my desk, I fell asleep for a moment and had this dream:
My supervisor walks into my office for something... let's say he wants to yell at me because his neck doesn't work. So he walks into my office and sees my hat.
"I thought you were an Other supporter," he sneers.
"I thought you would've picked up on that much sooner," I said.
"Why's that?"
"Because I don't smell like incest and cow tipping."
Then he walks away without firing me, because you can't fire somebody for telling the truth about how much you like to sleep with your granny after getting drunk in a field and punching a cow until it falls over.
Now I smell like bitterness and snide.
Gross.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
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