To all male faculty: I used to feel sorry for you because of your boorish behavior. Poor guy, ugly and unpopular in school, father just like him, mother didn’t teach him manners, had to become a professor because he wasn’t personable enough for any other kind of job, I would think. I would try to civilize you, draw you out, dress you in more flattering colors, make you feel less insecure so that you could then behave better. However, I have stopped. I have stopped because I now see that your boorish behavior is something you indulge in because you can, because it gets people concerned on your behalf, and because it inconveniences and intimidates people. I have stopped trying to civilize you, and I am now videotaping you.
Axé.
Note: this post was written before Professor Zero was taken into custody. It is, obviously, IN OUR POSSESSION. Signed: THE DIRECTOR.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
I LIKE it!
Oh, snnnapp! Oh, no you di’nt! This is the funniest thing I’ve read or seen today. But, sadly, the people I’d like to send it to would be offended!
..it’s the childith demeanour of the overman that maketh us dislike him so.
Have you ever thought about the grown men that are so afraid of women and female sexuality that they refer to all grown women as “girls”. And yet they want us to feel sorry for their fear, and pander to their notional pedophilia.
post the video!
*giggle* 🙂
This lesson is similar to a vulgar example that I know of, and that is, giving sympathy pussy to a nerd. That’s right. A nerd, a geek, a loser! After he wears you down you finally decide to go out with him, he gets confident, he starts to take your advice and dress a little better, take more baths and brush his teeth more often, maybe start using teeth whiteners and finally investing in a polo shirt (this an upgrade from a t-shirt) and a stick of deodorant, enough of a clean up to convince you to hang in there a little longer. Maybe for the first time in his life he visits a cologne counter in a mall, willing to go to a sit down restaurant. All looks better, not well, but better, then another woman finally gives him a glance, not even a real glance, but just an almost glance and the bastard is suddenly George Clooney and talking to you like you are the toilet paper he needs to wipe his ass with.
Moral of the story. Don’t help the bastards, none of them! Let them stumble and fall on their own.
Not that I have any experience with anything like this, just saying. LOL!
I’ve just collapsed in fits of giggles. After the last few days, it was just what I needed.
thank you.
Videotaping. genius.
Believe it or not, I am seriously considering actually reciting this post to someone, in person, with a straight face!