During the great Blowing of the Goats, there were tardlings that showed up here writing 15,000 word essays of reeeeee in response to a single line reply. People like would regularly write me angry love books about how stupid I was, without checking my username. Who was really the stupid one?

If 15,000 words about your chosen profession can be adequately replaced by 15 sec of twerking...

I really don't know what else to say, other than that every piece of overpriced parchment from that institution is completely worthless.

Male professors love their co-eds. I'm guessing that interpretive dance also came with some private tutoring sessions and a happy ending or three.