Monday: No phone call from the school so far to say that I bombed the final and need to take another one. So either they'll call early tomorrow or I'm actually clear. Clear to worry about Chemistry and all of the other things that want worrying about, that is.Today: Got a text from classmate El. Dean Smith made all the scary phone calls yesterday,
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I have a cousin who is mortician. His name is Duane, and assistant was named Greg.
One night, I was supposed to pick up Duane at the funeral parlor and take him to my grandmother's house. Our signals had gotten crossed and he thought he was supposed to pick ME up and then go there, so while I was en route to the funeral parlor, he was on the way to my house.
I got there, and there was no sign of Duane. I went downstairs and this is what I saw:
Greg, with his shirt off, standing by a cadaver, and his waist was at head-level with the cadaver. Greg was clearly holding his "equipment" (his own, not the cadaver's).
I was all "OMG uhhhh WUT???"
He stammered "Isweartogodthisisnotwhatitlookslike".
Turned out, he thought he was alone (he had been, before I came in) the AC had gone out, he was hot and so he took his shirt off. What I had caught him doing, was urinating in the sink.
He could never quite look me in the eyes after that though.
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"The leading cause of Death by Embarrassment is CARELESSNESS."
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Yes.
YES!
Uncle Howard, ageless, deathless, is sitting up in his dusty tomb and nodding with satisfaction. "Good job, boy. The first hurdle is cleared."
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