A Few Good Kegs

(fade in to a stately looking lecture hall, rain is pounding the windows and thunder crashes sporadically)

professor: ...you, Mr....um...Smyth? Can you tell me what Rousseau was getting at in the readings?

student: well sir, i didn't get quite that far in the--

professor: damnit! i'm tired of your excuses. everyday you walk into this classroom sleepy-eyed and unprepared. not once have you come up anything that even remotely resembled an answer.

student: you want answers?

professor: i think im entitled to one.

student: you want answers?!

professor: i want the truth!

student: you can't handle the truth!! (dramatic pause) sir, we live in a world that has parties, and these parties have to be attended by men with cups. who's gonna do it? you? you mr. teaching assistant? i have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. you read your little textbooks and you curse the fraternities. you have that luxury; you have the luxury of not knowing what i know: that my partying, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. we use words like "keg-stand," beer-bong," "shotgun." we use these words as the backbone of a life spent drinking something. you use them as a punchline. i have neither the time, nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps underneath the blanket of the very inebriation that i provide. i'd rather you said thank you and went on your way. otherwise, i suggest you pick up a mug, and start to chug. either way i don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!

professor: did you fail to do the work?

student: i did my job, i'd do it--



Submitted By: Robert Klugiewicz

This joke is rated: NR
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