Beer rhymes with fun...

So I'm sitting in psych class today and some kid on the "loser" side tries his hand at a "lecture-room-whammy" (the technical term for a joke used during a 100+ student lecture). Unfortunate for him the joke didn't work out well, and left me wondering:
"why even try?"
As "loser sides" go, anyone who falls into my definition of a loser--belongs on the other side of my world. Just a fact.

In any case, this guy was on the loser side--along with some girl down front that kept annoying the teacher with mentally challenged questions--"loser boy" makes the comment:

"you're trying to rhyme with one? Well one rhymes with fun, and beer is fun."
Ha ha ha hahahahahafuckyouhahahaha haha ha ha, fart.

Just shoot me.

Then the socially repressed girl down front responds with,
"Well moo rhymes with two, and cows moo."

Thank you Hindenburg disaster victim.

Let me back up by saying that my teacher was lecturing today about memory tags; one in particular being the mailbox method.
He radically suggests that if you want to remember something then visualize this thing/memory as a mailbox.

If you want to remember to buy tampons,
picture a mailbox made of Tampax Pearls.
If you want to remember to have sex, picture the mailbox naked.
If you can't remember to wipe your ass,
then you should probably seek out medical attention.

WAY WAY too *out there* for me. I just buy post-its.

So, as I was saying, this guy and girl both made comments worthy of CAT-scans and tranquilizers--and to understand this "loser side" behavior, I have come up with a theory:

Everyone on the "loser-side" has responded to the Sociology Research flyers posted around campus; for $25 dollars per hour the "losers" granted access of their brains to rogue sociologists who incorporated Chef-Boyardee into their cerebral makeup. The combination of pasta and plasma extracts have resulted in a race of bloodless mutants who have the mind-span of a ravioli and who religiously read, 'Pavement Analysis: The History of Concrete.'

Ah...another accomplished day in Psych 101. And what I've learned in life, love, and politics:
Life: You don't learn funny; you either know it or were born looking like it.
Love: I <3 the speech impared.
Politics: This years New York Fashion Week has collaborated with the USC Sociology department in research efforts. The newest trend will be gold sequin tights (available this summer). The resulting heat from the reflected sunlight will be used to melt the polar ice-caps so that the sociology department can study the effects of world paranoia (and so that George Bush can go surfing in Montana when the ocean starts expanding).


--all done in good humor