Graduation had finally come to the USC campus. The sun was shining, and families and friends flooded Alumni Park for the ceremonies. The soon-to-be graduates were feeling good about themselves. They had survived four tough academic years as Trojans, and they were ready to conquer the world. As the ceremony began, President Steven Sample took the microphone, “A few minutes ago, as the faculty and I were assembling outside Bovard Administration Building, we came to the conclusion that it would be an embarrassment to send you students out into the real world without knowing that you learned at least one thing at USC. So unless your valedictorian can answer the following question, you will all need to stay at USC another year.” The students fell silent as the valedictorian, slowly stood up and approached President Sample. “The question is, What is 2 + 2?” You could hear a pin drop as the valedictorian timidly answered, “4?” The students began to whisper, inaudibly to one another; until finally, the whispers grew into a chant: “Give him another chance! Give him another chance!…”
The pizza joke is an old one I first heard about the A&M Aggies. The O.J. joke just came to me immediatly after I had posted the first one. And CottonMouth'66 says that "people like me" have no sense of humor. I tell ya I get no respect. How about this, with inspiration from Jeff Foxworthy. If you keep your divorce lawyer on retainer, you just might be a Californian. If you spend more with your coke dealer than you pay in alimony to your 4 ex- wives, you just might be a Californian. If you have ever run for governor, you just might be a Californian. If you have trouble deciding whether to take your son to Disneyland or Neverland, you just might be a Californian.
Oooh...I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry... One thing I know for sure...my sons wouldn't be within 20 miles of "Nevermind-What-I'm-Doing-With-Your-Kid-You'll-Get-A-Check Ranch".
