Big Fat U*U Criminal Justice *Headdesk* of the decade. . . I must remember to ask "Why?" the next time outrageously hypocritical Montreal Unitarian U*Us try to have me arrested on totally bogus criminal charges.
I didn't think it was that funny, but then I find "That's what she said" to be a pretty pathetic attempt at humor. Maybe it's just from living with male engineering school students (and having my two closest friends date them) during my first couple years of college, but most efforts to make double entendres of the vast multitude of statements that can also refer to sex don't make me laugh. I'd rather go for the pure absurdity of "Bong Hits 4 Jesus" than the hur-hur-hur of "That's what she said."
During middle school, my brother-in-law got put in art history, a class he found totally boring. (He wanted to do theater tech instead.) The teacher asked the class to write a 5-paragraph essay on the life of an artist. My b-i-l turned in:
He was born.
He lived.
He painted.
He died.
He sucked.
The teacher was outraged and called my mother-in-law, who tried to scold him but couldn't stop laughing.
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Big Fat U*U Criminal Justice *Headdesk* of the decade. . . I must remember to ask "Why?" the next time outrageously hypocritical Montreal Unitarian U*Us try to have me arrested on totally bogus criminal charges.
I didn't think it was that funny, but then I find "That's what she said" to be a pretty pathetic attempt at humor. Maybe it's just from living with male engineering school students (and having my two closest friends date them) during my first couple years of college, but most efforts to make double entendres of the vast multitude of statements that can also refer to sex don't make me laugh. I'd rather go for the pure absurdity of "Bong Hits 4 Jesus" than the hur-hur-hur of "That's what she said."
PG,
Well, the kid WAS in middle school.
CC
I want to be around when that parent receives that email...
I am guessing there was a giggle and a "that a boy, you are being grounded with ice cream"
During middle school, my brother-in-law got put in art history, a class he found totally boring. (He wanted to do theater tech instead.) The teacher asked the class to write a 5-paragraph essay on the life of an artist. My b-i-l turned in:
He was born.
He lived.
He painted.
He died.
He sucked.
The teacher was outraged and called my mother-in-law, who tried to scold him but couldn't stop laughing.
Thanks for that! I had a good LOL moment.
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