Yes, you, Dr. Bob.
I'm going to shoot vodka up your veins. Then I'm going to skewer you and roast you over a slow fire. And while that's going on, I'm going to pay Ben Stein to read The Stand out loud, making sure that Ben stops every three sentences to ask you if you see where things are going.
And I'll laugh. Maniacally.
Take that, Dr. Bob, you ridiculous fraud. Oh, and by the way, you pathetic windbag. Remember that paper you lauded as the very soul of diligence? The very spirit of excellence? A few hours of work, unrevised.
I laugh and point. That is all.
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An insipid, irritating little man whose class I unfortunately have to take. What happened? He and my temper collided with mixed results.
I once had a lecturer who couldn't speak English well...very clever man, but he couldn't teach for shit. It could be worse, at least Bob speaks English. Try having a Kuwaite teach you Java :(
Vav: Some professors are, sure. And getting used to it is a matter of taste. In all the years I've spent doing this, I still haven't managed to acquire it.
Wiz: That's hilarious. From my perspective, anyway.
If that is a professor, all I can say is that I pity your enemies... and I don't want to end up as one either!
A bit strong, eh? I was considering that.
ehhhhh.... tenacity is never a downfall.
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