In which Cassandra ruptures her internal organs from holding in laughter
My Monday night class is in a "flexible classroom" in the library. This means that there aren't actual walls between the class room and the class room next to it. There is just a pull out partition that you can hear very well through if you sit near it.
I sit right next to it. Today, someone on the other side was watching an instructional video on how to have sex. Very. Loudly.
In five minutes, I managed to come to several conclusions about this video. First, it showed two people sinfully fornicating while a woman voiced over information about the positions they were using. Second, it was scored by Kenny G. Third, they interviewed people on the street about their dumb sexual experiences. (Honest to God, I heard them interview someone who said she had tried oral sex once and would like to try it again. Once?! What? When was this video made?)
Really, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave my class and go check this other one out, but I was afraid I'd just find a lone man sitting there jerking off.
How surreal and strange.
I sit right next to it. Today, someone on the other side was watching an instructional video on how to have sex. Very. Loudly.
In five minutes, I managed to come to several conclusions about this video. First, it showed two people sinfully fornicating while a woman voiced over information about the positions they were using. Second, it was scored by Kenny G. Third, they interviewed people on the street about their dumb sexual experiences. (Honest to God, I heard them interview someone who said she had tried oral sex once and would like to try it again. Once?! What? When was this video made?)
Really, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave my class and go check this other one out, but I was afraid I'd just find a lone man sitting there jerking off.
How surreal and strange.