True story: A student signed up for my communication

True story: A student signed up for my communication class because he'd misread the course title. So he showed up on the first day, all excited to learn the art of Pubic Speaking.

I introduced the syllabus for COM 210, went through the usual rigamarole. A hand was tentatively raised. "So, um, when do we learn to talk using our, ah, pubic areas, or you know

my swimsuit area?" Professor Whipsnade didn't blink. He'd heard this sloppy gambit from a lot of needle-nosed self-proclaimed clowns. It was time to break this kid's comedy spirit

Four years later, the paperwork had been so nobody knew it doubled after the merger of the Union and the State banks into one amoebalike conglomerate. Robots ran it, 13,000 humans

serviced the robots. If the 13,000 people were needed to service the bots, why not just have the people do the pprwrk? Perhaps because pprwk is the most boring thing in the world.

Finally, at the request of the robots, the 13,000 people decided to let the robots do their own ppwrk. then the 13,000 people went to lunch. It was difficult to find a restaurant

but they ended up finding one next door to the office. It was a new restaurant called There Goes Your Lunch Hour. They sat all 13,000 of us & even gave us the Party over 12,000 dis

ease due to their harboring a "The Party Over 12,000 Disease Mary" in the kitchen. Sufferers experience tingling in the nose and prolonged bouts of uncontrollable self control.

At last they became followers of a zen culture who ate giant cherries and hid during air raid sirens in tall bunkers with no windows. Years in the future they would create utopia.