The professor blew up the powder-blue balloon,

The professor blew up the powder-blue balloon, tied it, held it at arms length, and with one sweeping motion, popped it with a pin."Thus ends the lecture. Questions?"

But the class was comatose. No one flinched. The professor then pulled an M-80 out of his jacket, lit it & threw it in the middle of the lecture hall. BOOM! Still no response.

No question: they died of boredom. "Shit" Prof Fitz muttered, "Not another class..." He grabbed bodies, frozen in snooze positions, and began shoving them out the door. "45 coeds

, 45 participation grades in the tank," said Prof Fitz. How many more'd die in the name of Moral Theory? He got buff from shoving corpses and started to impose his theories on

neighbors, people waiting in line at the grocery store. Hell, Prof. Fitz even imposed his Moral Theory on the cop that wrote him a speeding ticket. But the Cop had just found out

that Prof. Fitz had a mental disability on record, so decided to take him in. The cop took him in to his police car and drove off towards the police station, while the crazed profe

ssor Fritz cowered in the backseat. The country had cut health budgets for the mentally ill, leaving their 'treatment' largely to the police. "Officer, surely you see I'm not mad?

Birthday suits don't require cuts to the budget and free up spending for extracurricular activities," implored Professor Fritz. Officer Fred wasn't impressed. The sirens turned on.

In unison the birthday suited cheerleaders turned their heads and looked at the jockstrap clad football players. Murmuring in quiet chorus they began the final cheer of the game.