50 Ways To Annoy Osama bin Laden…

Fifty Ways To Annoy Osama bin Laden If You’re Invited To A Dinner Party At His Secret Afghan Lair, by Alan Meiss

1) Point out the lice in his beard to make him feel self-conscious.
2) Pause for a moment, listen carefully, and say, “Doesn’t that sound a lot like a B-52?”
3) Ask him if he’s looking forward to replacing Hitler as Satan’s favorite chew toy in the lowest inferno of Hell.
4) Tell him all about your great vacation to Saudi Arabia, where you went absolutely everywhere and did everything, just stomped all over the place.
5) Use his satellite phone to call the time and weather line in Buenos Aires and leave it off the hook.
6) Tell him how much less you paid for your Kalashnikov rifle.
7) Now that you know the address of his secret cave hideout, fill out magazine subscription cards for him for the Wine Spectator and Penthouse. But do not, under any circumstances, send him Popular Mechanics.
8) Order him ten Domino’s pizzas with extra ham topping.
9) Correct him when he ends a sentence with a preposition.
10) Ask whether the Taliban gets cable, because you haven’t seen “Sex and the City” for weeks.
11) Yank the end of his turban really hard to make him spin around like a top.
12) Switch all the CD’s in the jewel boxes in his CD collection, so that when he reaches for Michael Bolton, he’ll actually get the Oak Ridge Boys.
13) Mine his bathroom.
14) Use your dinner fork for your salad, and, if questioned by your host, mutter something about “spots”.
15) Leave business cards for the Israeli Mossad in his Rolodex.
16) Take pictures of all his wives and post them on www.amihotornot.com.
17) Ask him if he wears boxers or briefs. Check. Take pictures. Again, post these on www.amihotornot.com.
18) Give him a Hot Chicks of Palestine calendar.
19) Ask him if Paradise is different for each person, and whether in your own paradise you’ll get to, “kick his ass every day for eternity.”
20) Reset his VCR and leave it blinking 12:00.
21) Refer to him as “Osama-osama-fee-fi-fo-fama bin Laden.”
22) Ask whether suicide bombers have to pay union dues.
23) Tell him it’s lovely what he’s done with his cave, but that it’d look much nicer covered with huge, smoking craters.
24) At dinner, imply that the Northern Alliance has much prettier place settings.
25) Claim you once saw him at a Hooter’s in Muncie wearing a yarmulke.
26) Ask him if he wouldn’t mind if you opened the door and shined your laser pointer on his forehead for a few minutes.
27) Tell him that this is the worst pajama party you’ve ever attended.
28) Ask for some pork rinds and a good brew to wash them down.
29) Mix up his Rubik’s Cube.
30) Ask him if he provides his employees with a 401K plan.
31) Compliment him on all his poppies outside, but mention that a few day lilies would be a nice accent.
32) Run your finger along his credenza, and say, “tsk, tsk” if there’s dust.
33) Ask whether the Taliban is hoping to be bombed ahead into the Stone Age, or perhaps the Iron Age if enough shell casings survive.
34) Explain that America is a land of freedom and opportunity, filled with people of every race, religion, and background, including millions of women strong enough to knock the crap out of him.
35) Claim that they serve much better falafel at the public executions in Sudan.
36) Ask him if he’s pursuing the Lesser Jihad, the Greater Jihad, or the “Completely Whacked Out of his Freaking Gourd” Jihad.
37) Swirl your drink thoughtfully and mention, “Just think, in a few weeks you might fit in this glass!”
38) Check to see if Saddam is on his speed-dial list.
39) They have to wait a few years to see current television shows in Afghanistan, so give away the secret of who’s having a baby on “Friends.”
40) Warn him that you’re “in a New York state of mind.”
41) Mention that his wives look quite fetching in their burkas, and ask whether they’ve ever thought of modeling.
42) Ask him, “Say, where do you keep all those Stinger missiles?” just in case he’ll be caught off guard and answer correctly.
43) Give him a “noogie” or a “wedgie.” If there’s actually still a flush toilet left in Afghanistan, give him a “swirlie”.*
44) Ask to borrow his hedge trimmer and never give it back.
45) Play a game of Monopoly with him. Make him play the thimble. See if he charges interest. Claim that his properties are your “holy lands” and blow up his hotels.
46) Fish out the secret toy surprises in all his cereal boxes.
47) Offer to take him “clubbing” in Tel Aviv with your friends Saul and Ivan.
48) Ask him which Ninja Turtle is his favorite.
49) Give him your cell phone as a gift and ask him to leave it on for a few days so your friends can call and say hi.
50) When you leave, wave and say, “Shalom!”

*Some translational notes for non-Americans: a “noogie” is a painful head rub administered to the scalp while holding someone’s head in an arm-lock; a “wedgie” involves grabbing the back of their underwear and hoisting it up until they squeal; a “swirlie” involves being dunked head-first in a running flush toilet. See what you missed by not attending school in the States?

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New computer helpdesk support fees:

Calling me with a question – $10

Calling me with a stupid question – $30

Calling me with a stupid question you can’t quite articulate – $50

Implying I’m incompetent because I can’t interpret your inarticulate problem description – $1000 + punitive damages

Questions received via phone without first trying help desk – $50

Questions where answer is in TFM – $100.00

Calling me back with the same problem after I fix it once – $100

Insisting that you’re not breaking the software, the problem is on my end somehow – $200

Asking me to walk over to your building to fix the problem – $25/step

Asking me to drive to another town to fix your problem – $50/mile + gas

If you interrupt me while I was trying to actually fix somebody else’s problem – $170/hr

If you try to hang around and get me to fix it now – $250/hr

If you expect me to tell you how I fixed it – $60/hr

If you’ve come to ask me why something isn’t working while I’m currently working on it- $270/hr

If you’re asking me to fix something I fixed for you yesterday – $175/hr

If you’re asking me to fix something I told you I fixed yesterday, but never did fix – $85/hr

If you’re asking me to fix a quick patch that I made that didn’t work – $95/hr

If you’re bugging me while there’s another admin in the room who could have done it for you – $150/hr

Making me trek to your office to fix your problem then leaving immediately after hanging up the phone – $1500.00

Calling up with a problem which “everybody” in the office is having and which is “stopping all work.” Not being there when I rush over to look at it and nobody else in the office knows anything about it. – $1700.00

Explaining a problem for 1/2 hour over the phone BEFORE mentioning it’s your personal machine at home – $500.00

Self-diagnosing your problem and informing me what to do – $150.00

Having me bail you out when you perform your own repairs I told you not to do – $300.00

Not telling all of your co-workers about it – $850.00

Figuring out you mean floppy drive when you say hard drive – $50.00

BEFORE I order your replacement hard drive – $250.00

Fixing your “broken” mouse with a mouse pad – $25.00

Fixing your “broken” optical mouse by rotating the mouse pad 90 degrees – $35.00

Fixing a “broken” mouse by cleaning the rollers – $50.00

Fixing your “broken” printer with an ink/toner cartridge – $35.00

Fixing your “broken” ANYTHING with the power button – $250.00

Fixing the “crashed” system by turning the external disk back on – $200.00

Fixing the “hung” system by plugging the Ethernet transceiver back in – $375.00

Fixing the crashed name server by plugging back in the SCSI cord someone accidentally yanked out on Friday afternoon when the ‘real’ sysadmin has just left for a two week vacation – $400

Visiting your old university and fixing the broken PC by plugging the monitor lead back in – $50

Explaining that you can’t log in to some server because you don’t have an account there – $10

Explaining that you don’t have an account on the machine you used to have an account on because you used it to try to break into the above server – $500

Forgetting your password after it was tattooed on your index finger – $25

Changing memory partitions without informing me first – $50

Installing programs without informing me /getting permission first – $100 per program

Technical support for the above programs – $150 per hour (regardless of whether I know the program or not)

Spilling coke on keyboard – $25 plus cost of keyboard

Spilling coke on monitor – $50 plus cost of monitor

Spilling coke on CPU – $200 plus cost of motherboard swap plus hourly rate of $150 per hour spent reinstalling the system

Leaving files on desktop – $5 per file, $10 per day the file is left unclaimed

Cleaning the mouse with spit and sleeve – $50 plus cost of sleeve plus cost of therapy

Bringing in your own copy of the original Norton Utilities v1.0 to fix a brand new machine – $200

Chewing on the end of the graphic tablet stylus – $25

Putting feet up next to workstation after ten mile jog through NYC streets – $50

Spending 30 minutes trying to figure out what your problem is, and another 5 explaining how to verify and fix it, only to hear you say… “So that’s what the little box that popped up on my screen was telling me to do!” – $40

Listening to your network troubles, suggesting that you check to see if you are plugged into the network jack, hearing yes, trying five other things, asking you to identify your plug type, listening to you drag furniture, and hearing a sheepish, “Oops. Never mind.” – $35 (including discount for polite apology)

Dealing with tech support requests for obviously pirated software – $25

Dealing with “How can I get another copy of [obviously pirated software]? Mine just died.” requests – $45

Having to use the “We’re really not the best people to talk to about that; why don’t you try calling the number on the box in which you bought it?” line – $55

Actually needing to explain copyright law to you after you failed to get the hint in the previous response – $95 (includes instructions for getting freeware replacements from the public file server)

Having to point out anything that’s on the wall in a typeface larger than 18 points – $15

If I wrote the sign – $45

If it’s in a 144 point font and taped to the side of the monitor facing the door – $75

Reporting slow connection by passenger pigeon packets to MPEG archive in Outer Slobavia as a Mosaic/Netscape/Gopher/FTP client problem – $25.00

Reporting it more than once – $50.00

Reporting it more than once and implying slothfulness on tech support’s inability to solve problem – $200.00

Beeper Prices:

Beeping me when I’m out with the significant other – $150

Beeping me when I’m out of town and I took pains to insure that help files were left all over and that diagnostics had been run on all machines before I left – $200

Beeping me more than once to tell me that the printer’s offline and the fix is to press the On Line button – $200

Beeping me more than once while I’m asleep – $50 per beep

Beeping me and not identifying yourself within the first 5 seconds – $55

Beeping me and then changing your story / denying you placed the call / hoped I would forget who caused the problem – $50

Special Rates:

Dealing with user body odour – $175.00/hour

Dealing with user not familiar with the primary language spoken at site – $150.00/hour

Dealing with user who is (self-proclaimed) smarter than you are, but still calls every other day for help – $300.00/hour

Dealing with computer hobbyists – $500.00/hour

Questioning the other prices – $50
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People You’d Rather Leave Alone

Here’s a helpful little list of people that should be better off left alone.

Anyone with the title “The Grand Master of Flowers”

Anyone with the title “His Peerless Serenity”

Any man who willingly goes by the name “Bubbles”

Anyone who’s name appears in a H.P. Lovecraft book.

Anyone from the Hell’s Angles (included on general principals)

Anyone who looks better in drag.

Anyone who can bench press a Buick.

Anyone who owns a Hello Kitty AR-15

Murphy’s Laws

  1. If anything can go wrong, it will.
  2. Nothing is as easy as it looks.
  3. Everything takes longer than you think.
  4. Smile… tomorrow will be worse.
  5. Doing it the hard way is always easier.
  6. Enough research will tend to support your theory.
  7. If at first you don’t succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
  8. The person who can smile when things go wrong has thought of someone they can blame it on.
  9. To insure immediate need of a carton from the shelf, put something very large and very heavy in front of it.
  10. Don’t let your superiors know you’re better than they are.
  11. The truth shall get you fired.
  12. If you cannot convince them, confuse them.
  13. If everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong traffic lane.
  14. If people listened to themselves more often, they would talk less.
  15. If you can distinguish between good advice and bad advice, then you don’t need advice.
  16. Don’t force it, get a larger hammer.
  17. Trust only those who stand to lose as much as you do when things go wrong.
  18. The shortest distance between two points is usually under construction.
  19. In any organization there will always be one person who knows what is going on. This person must be fired.
  20. A knife too dull to cut anything else can always cut your finger.
  21. If you’re a mechanic, after your hands have become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch
  22. Leftover nuts never match leftover bolts.
  23. In case of doubt, make it sound convincing.
  24. The toughest thing in business is minding your own.
  25. The length of a minute depends which side of the bathroom door you are on.
  26. If a man says to you “It’s not the not the money, it’s the principle of the thing,” I lay you 6 to 1 it’s the money.
  27. The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of the thing you are doing.
  28. Things will get worse before they will get better.—Who said things would get better?
  29. Bad weather reports are right more often than good ones.
  30. If it jams–force it. If it breaks, it needed replacing anyway.
  31. The first place to look for something is the last place you expect to find it.
  32. The driver’s side windshield wiper always streaks and wears out first.
  33. It is impossible to make anything fool-proof because fools are so ingenious.
  34. As soon as you switch to the carpool lane, the other lanes of traffic speed up.
  35. The worse the haircut, the slower it grows out.
  36. Phone messages: If you have a pen, there’s no paper. If you have paper, there’s no pen. If you have both, theres’ no message.
  37. Murphy’s Golden Rule: He who has the gold makes the rule.
  38. When you try to prove to someone that a machine won’t work, it will.
  39. Corporate Planning: Anything that can be changed will be changed until there is no time left to change anything.
  40. A bank is a place that lends you an umbrella in good weather and takes it back when it starts to rain.
  41. When the world cures one problem, it usually turns into another, worse than the first.
  42. Progress is the exchange of one problem for another.
  43. Being punctual only means your mistake will be made on time.
  44. Corporations: Any action for which there is no logical explanation will be deemed “company policy.”
  45. Whatever plan you make, there is a hidden difficulty somewhere.
  46. A surprise monetary windfall will be accompanied by an unexpected expense of the same amount.
  47. The one emergency you are fully prepared to meet never occurs.
  48. When taking something apart to fix a minor malfunction, you will cause a major malfunction.
  49. All great discoveries are made by mistake.
  50. If it looks easy, it’s tough. If it looks tough, it’s damn well impossible.
  51. No matter how early you arrive, someone else is in line first.
  52. The effort of catching a falling object will cause more destruction than if the object had been allowed to fall in the first place.
  53. The most expensive component is the one that breaks.
  54. If you know something can go wrong, and take due precaution to prevent it, something else will go wrong.
  55. Nobody can leave well enough alone.
  56. It’s always after you shovel out your driveway that the snowplow comes through and fills it in.
  57. Whatever you build will cost more than you figured on.
  58. Job security is not letting management know you’re around.
  59. It’s only when you program personal data into your office computer that your boss walks by.
  60. Confusion starts when you make something perfectly clear.
  61. The phone call you’re waiting for comes the minute you’re out the door.
  62. Things equal to nothing else are equal to each other.
  63. Just because your doctor has a name for your condition doesn’t mean he knows what it is.
  64. Anything can be made to work if you fiddle with it long enough.
  65. Computers are unreliable, but people are even more unreliable.
  66. If it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.
  67. Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value.

Mad Mumblings From the Cafeteria

Get stoned…. Drink wet cement

If God had meant us to fly, He would have given us tickets.

If they ship Styrofoam, what do they ship it in?

Peace through Tyranny

I’m not arrogant, I’m just better than you.

There is no personal problem that can’t be solved by a suitable application of high explosives.

Gun control means hitting your target.

I’m not as dumb as you look.

The SPUDZOOKA! ™®©etc.

Are you feeling crazy today? Click here for an excellent instructional on how to make a spudzooka from the Backyard Ballistics Web Page

So, Greg and I are baby-sitting Rambo’s house (yes that’s his real name) and we are board. Greg has been surfing the web and found the plans for a spudzooka. Of course Greg has “redefined” the plans and “improved” on the original specs.

So we make the treck to Home Depot looking for all the PVC parts that we need to build this “device.” Let me tell you something, when you’re in Home Depot talking about building a spudzooka, people tend to leave you alone. We picked up all the parts that we need (plans will be posted as soon a I get them from Greg) and headed back to the house. We managed to build it without serious loss of life or limb. We built a makeshift bipod out of the remaining parts and propped up on that.

Now that we have it built, there was a little problem of firing it. We drilled a hole in the base and stuck in a model rocket engine igniter in. We poured about a half cup of petrol into the bottom of the spudzooka. One quick note. This information was given to me from a nautical handbook. 1 cup of gasoline equals 6 sticks of dynamite. Back to the story. We run a line of 10baseT cabling that I “borrowed” from the office out about 20′ to 30′ away, and wired it to a camcorder battery. Now we were use to the rocket engines taking up to 30 seconds to ignite so it was a bit of a shock the spudzooka fired immediately when Greg touched the wires to the contacts. It sounded somewhat like Foomf. Now having said that, it’s kind of important to mention the fact that both Greg and I are both looking at the battery, prepared the be waiting 20 seconds before it goes off. We hear it foomf, look over and see the spudzooka falling backwards off of the bi-pod. It blew it self off of the bi-pod completely. And we missed it.

Ok, now we are dammed determined to get this cussing thing to fire off. We scrounged around to see if we have any more igniters to no avail. So we decide to try and use a fuse from a m90 to see if it will fire off. The fuse goes out before reaching the petrol. I get volunteered to try dropping a match in the hole to ignite the gasoline. No problem. I’ve dealt with explosives before, piece of cake. Walked over to the Spudzooka and dropped the match in. The gasoline caught fire, along with the duct tape and the entire bottom part of the spudzooka. We stood and stared at it for somewhere between 30 seconds and a minute. At that point one of us said “Well. We better put that out before something bad happens.” And proceeded to watch it for another 30 seconds and a minute. I then ran inside and garbed the fire extinguisher and put the fire out.

After we deemed the spudzooka operable, we decided to try it again, this time for sure we had fixed the problem.

We managed to catch it on fire, again.

We stood and stared at it for somewhere between 30 seconds and a minute. At that point one of us said “Well, the fire extinguisher’s dead. Now what?” And proceeded to watch it for another 30 seconds and a minute. I run inside, grab a shovel, dig up some dirt and pour it on top of the flames, smothering it.

We decided to call it a night and try again tomorrow.

To be continued.

Clarification of the Top 12 Most Painful Ways We’ve Injured Ourselves Playing Paintball.

12. Leaves your ear ringing with paintball bits in and around the ear. This is one of the good reasons to wear the proper helmet and protection.

11. I was stuck in a group of brush. The paintballs were breaking on the brush and not hitting me. I was completely surrounded, so I “Got my self outta ‘Nam”. Two years later an my foot still cracks If I move it the wrong way.

10. See – aHow not to check to see if you’re out of ammo #1/a and aHow not to check to see if you’re out of ammo #2/a

9. Joe got shot in the lip and also got the nickname “lippy” form the fat lip.

8. I came running through a thicket of brush with my head tilted down just enough to see where I was going. I come plowing out of the brush and POW get shot right on the top of the head.

7. See – aHow not to check to see if you’re out of ammo #3/a

6. This is a particular sensitive area especially if you have a small spheroid flying at 250 to 300 fps. And let me tell you something, the grazing shots hurt more than the direct hit’s.

5. Mike had branch of tree swung too hard back on him and hit him in the groin. I’ve ran smack into one particular small, groin height tree several times at night.

4. I’m charging “The Fort” with Charles, attempting a full frontal assault and take over before the enemy arrives. We were late, they were early. Charles splits off to the left as I head for the right. I try to make it to some cover, I trip in the sand and get shot. I land on the ground and lay there for a couple of seconds to catch my breath. As I get up one of the people in the fort sees me moving and as a knee-jerk reaction shoots, and hits me in the throat. It took me by surprise and knocked me on my back. I met the guy who actually shot me a few years later at another game. We were telling “war stories” and I mentioned that incident. He responded “Oh I’m so terribly sorry. That was me who shot you. That was you who I shot. I’m so sorry. Don’t kill me.” Keep in mind that he said that sentence in under 4 seconds.

3. Rob got shot in the neck just below the jaw. He went down to the ground holding one hand on his neck and the other pounding on the ground, legs kicking like mad.

2. I shot at Greg as he was running away. It hit him on the back of the head immediately knocking him out. He fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. We all dropped our equipment and ran over to him.

1. No explication needed. Let’s just say we’ve had one to many hits and WAY to many close calls. And trust me the close shots and the grazes hurt allot more than the direct hit.

Top 12 Most Painful Ways We’ve Injured Ourselves Playing Paintball.

12. Shot in the Ear guard.
11. Shot in the Foot
10. Shot in the hand at point blank range.
9. Shot in the lip.
8. Shot on the top of the head.
7. Point Blank in the Chest.
6. Inner thigh.
5. Branch to the groin.
4. Shot in the throat right below the Adams apple, in that squishy part just above the collar bones.
3. Side of the neck, just below the jaw.
2. Back of the head at the base of the skull.

And the number 1 Most Painful Ways We’ve Injured Ourselves Playing Paintball.

1. Two words – Groin Shot.

The Bus!

Ok, here is goes. This is one of my favourite stories.

I had a one hour bus ride to and from school each day during my senior year at High School. Jim Maguire, Mathew-San and I always sat in the back seats. One day we looked over at the screws that lined the wall and an idea formed between us. “Hey! I wonder what would happen if we removed the screws from the bus?” Here is where the 1st law of Ed, Any idea formed between two people is usually a bad idea. It’s also proof of the saying, “An idle mind is the devil’s playground”. I grabbed a small squat Philips screwdriver from my house and brought it on the bus. It was small enough to fit in the palm of my had, but the tip was as large as a normal one. Jim grabbed his Craftsman Phillips screw driver with one of those cool rubber grips. It has become known as the “Holy Screwdriver of Antioch” after the “Holy Hand grenade of Antioch” Monty Python movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Over the course of the next four months, we managed to remove 358 screws from different locations on the bus. We grabbed one from the window. That sucker was almost and inch and a half long! We removed the brace bar from the back door so that it slammed open. We removed the signs “In case of Emergency Pull Handle and Push Window Out.” We even detached one of the long seats from the wall. You know the metal runners along the rubber matt down the centre of the isle? We got every screws except for the two holding them down on each end. The most difficult one to get was the one in the ceiling. That took some doing. We almost got the heater but it was welded to a pipe and we didn’t want to cut it. We did manage to remove a substiational portion of it, though.

We managed to make it through the school year without getting caught.

Then the bus had to pass it’s yearly inspection.

It failed.

We were snagged.

Jim Maguire and I were called down to the Dean’s office and were suspended.

But wait! There’s more! Our story doesn’t stop there true believers!

It was the last day of senior year for me. The Dean, Mr. Rocks, decided to punish us by making the two of us clear the newly laid football field of all the rocks. Now I don’t mean any of those little hand sized rocks. I mean rocks that were the size of your chest! Now before the Mr Rocks could dole out the punishment, he had to gain parental permission first. He called my dad, who had found out about out little impromptu shop/automotive class, and asked if it was ok to put me to work. My dad responded “Sure! Go right ahead! Keep him for a whole week if you want.” I love my dad. Just like when I asked if he would post bail if I ever got arrested. He told me sure, but it may take several days for him to come up with the cash, and then he would let me sit and stew for several days while he woks out time off from his job. I love my dad. He’s as sick and twisted as me.

Anyway, back to the story, the second part of our punishment was for us to return all the parts taken from the bus. Well, the parts that we had taken were given to our friends as gifts and we scrambled to get them back. Also Jim was taking the school apart, slowly, piece by piece. When we handed in all the parts to the bus driver Mrs. Dyer, Jim had accidentally included the screws that he had taken from the school. He had unscrewed the cafeteria tables, the library tables, doors, desks, anything that had a philips head on it was unsafe from his wrath. Anyway, this threw the bus mechanics for a loop since these were nothing like the screws for the bus and they had Mrs. Dyer ask where the *^% he got them from. Jim BS his way out of that one.

While were waiting in the dean’s office Jim, Mr. Rocks, the secretary and I were having a good time shooting the breeze and telling how we did what we did. The school had just computerized their student records. Mr. Rocks’ secretary was sitting in front of her terminal with a blank look on her face. “I don’t even know how to input this,” she was muttering over and over. Anyway we were having a good time until another student was sent down. Then we had to behave. We got lunch and was sent out to clear the rocks out of the Football field. We were clearing out the rocks and I was actually getting something resembling a tan. Trust me, I can’t tan. I’ve got Irish and Northern European in me. I don’t tan. I burn, peel, then turn back to white. So while we are out there our gym teacher, who was also my home room teacher, comes out with a class and starts harassing us. Mr. Moffet is one of the greatest gym teachers around. He plays the games along with the students, plays dirty and cheats like hell. He is also a pro wrestling fan. Anyway he’s the living stink out of us, asking for details and telling the students to not do what we did. We had fun swapping stories and what not.

End of the day comes and we get ready to go home. He pack up all our stuff and wait for the bus to arrive. The bus shows up and we start to get on. Our bus driver refused to let us on. We get the dean and the two of them argue it out over weather or not we can ride the bus. We were eventually allowed to ride the bus. Here the rub though, Jim still had to ride the bus, since he was not a senior. It became a daily fight with the bus driver to let him on.

But that’s another story for another time.