Friday, June 23, 2006
Many years ago, a certain high school down the road from mine dispatched reporters from their student newspaper to interview some stoners hanging out on our bleachers one day. They asked them questions like "Who's the president?" The stoners refused to give them straight answers, and the reporters went back to the other high school and wrote a story about how dumb we were.
Well, last week, the brilliant minds at this high school allowed two of their students to post quotes from Hitler under their senior pictures in the yearbook. Major uproar. Heads rolling.
Ha! Take that!
If it wasn't for my excellent friend K squared, however, our very own yearbook would have allowed one classmate to list "muff diving" as among his likes and dislikes. I'm not sure how K2 acquired such worldly knowledge about terms like "muff diving." But she was the only person knew this actually wasn't a form of undersea recreation.
Well, last week, the brilliant minds at this high school allowed two of their students to post quotes from Hitler under their senior pictures in the yearbook. Major uproar. Heads rolling.
Ha! Take that!
If it wasn't for my excellent friend K squared, however, our very own yearbook would have allowed one classmate to list "muff diving" as among his likes and dislikes. I'm not sure how K2 acquired such worldly knowledge about terms like "muff diving." But she was the only person knew this actually wasn't a form of undersea recreation.
