A classmate was serenading me while I was in the shower. And he was in the shower with me. And I was in my underwear.
Then I was running through the halls of some place, in desperate need of a bathroom (as I had drank about five cups of water before I had gone to bed that night and it was catching up to me at that point). Problem was, whenever I found one there were rabid snakes in all of them. Even found one where a snake had bitten the head off of another one. Woke up before I found a bathroom, luckily.
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"Sick cultures show a complex of symptoms such as you have named . . . but a DYING culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot."
-- Robert Heinlein in Friday
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