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Show C "Yo ho," I sez to Hoyo, "leave us take advan- tage of our being fully paid up members of the University community and wastes our time this O weekend by going to see a Union Movie." "Remarkable idea," sez Hoyo. "I hears that this weekend they are showing the 1939 Podunk S Junction Marble Championship and experimental JJj films made by the Cutbank Teachers Tech. movie w making class." mmm "Yada, yada, I wanna go!" I screams. "Let's get Blotto and make it a threesome." U "No can do," replies Hoyo. "Blotto used his registration card for target practice last quarter mmm and, with the extra holes, the computer decided to graduate him. Ergo, he is no longer a student in the C beautiful cynic University. 5 Jumping off Fluffy, Hoyo's peerless pachyderm, we make it up to the Union in record quick time. O Taking a look at the parking lot, we see that it looks much the same as it does about 11 a.m. during the week-very full. "Ah, well," sez Hoyo, "we can just put Fluffy out to pasture on the golf course." "I'm sure they won't mind," I replies , "a few extra sand traps would toughen up the course." Leaving Fluffy at the 19th hole, we proceed to the Union. Upon entrance, we find the place mobbed by 10,000 high school kids. The gangling, giggling mob engulfs us, but, drawing sabers, we are able to cut a path to the door, getting out into the fresh air just before the smell of Clearasil overpowers over-powers us. "Arrgh," I sez, "is it High School Day or Freshman Orientation?" "Neither," sez Hoyo, as he slashes the jugular vein of a straggler, "just a stomp." "But remember," I sez "we were once high schoolers." , "Yah," sez Hoyo, "but we knew our place." "Right," sez I, "just three steps lower than a virus." |
