Why I love my suite...
Just before I begin, I am almost entirely recovered from being sick and am feeling much better.
I have a couple of issues to discuss, the first of which is that I absolutely love my suite. There are many of reasons for this, including shared taste in games, books, tv shows (few as they may be) and movies, but the reason for this sudden display of affection is the last hour and a half. Upon announcing that Alain was going to bed, we began a short conversation on someone who overheard us joking about christianity in our suite and said 'this is what is wrong with brandeis...' and 'how would you like it if christians sat around telling jokes about jews.' The main problem with her statement was that we dont need christians to sit around telling jew jokes because we will do it ourselves. In the hour and a half since Alain chose to go to bed (unsuccessfully) and we had that discussion, we stood around and told jokes...the racier the better, noone being exempt. We hit God, Jews, Christians, politicians, Muslims, blacks, Chinese, Mexicans, Michael Jackson, New Yorkers and Texans.
A breif excerpt: "Three people, a British, a French and a New Yorker were captured by cannibals in the jungle and we told that they would be killed, their hides used for the canoes. The British and the French people sigh, but accept that there is nothing they can do. Then it comes to the New Yorker's turn. The cannibals are horrified as the man grabs a fork and starts stabbing himself repeatedly. They ask what he is doing and he replies 'No way you are using my damn hide for your canoes!'"
Q. "A blonde, a brunette and a redhead are in fourth grade. Who has the bigger boobs?"
A. "The blonde. She is 18."
Q. "A brunette, a smart blonde, the easter bunny and santa claus all jump from the top of the empire state building. Who hits the ground first?
A. "The brunette. She is the only one that exists"
"Superman is flying along one day and sees Wonder Woman laying on top of a building completely naked and decides that she is rather attractive and he would like to have sex with her. He thinks to himself, 'well, I am Superman, faster than a speeding bullet...I could be in and out without her noticing', so he goes ahead and does it.
After it is done, Wonder Woman looks up and exclaims 'What was that?'
'I dont know' The Invisible man replies 'but my ass really hurts'
There, done with jokes. Sorry if any offended people, and if you would like to hear more of the jokes that were told, most, if not all of them can be recreated for you by someone upon request.
This is the reason that I love my suite. Because we are amazing at doing stupid random shit that we really probably shouldnt do and stay up until all hours not doing homework, but doing stuff like telling jokes. Furthermore, we dont need people to go around telling jokes about us, because dammit, we will do it ourselves!
Anyways, that was issue number one. Issue number two is bhladfoiahdf;oihda;oidfwoeifao;ihdf. You may interpret this jarble any way that you wish, but do be aware that is both a statement of emotion in the language that my twisted demonic servant living my brain came up with and a 9000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 page treatise on how to create world peace.
Done and done. And there are still things that bother me, its just I dont know and I dont know. Except today wasnt bad.
Noodle out.
PS: A teacher instructs her fifth grade class to ask their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end.
The next day the kis come in and share their stories. “My daddy told me a story about my uncle Dave,” says one boy. “He was a pilot in Vietnam and had to bail out over enemy territory with nothing but a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a knife. He drank the whiskey during the drop, then landed in the middle of 20 Charlies. He shot 15, stabbed three, and killed the last two with his bare hands.”
“What is the moral of that horrible story?” yelps the mortified teacher.
“Stay away from uncle Dave when he’s drinking.
PPS: I just had to include one more. Again, sorry if they offend anyone.

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