An exchange

Boss: Ahhh, mechanical vibrations. (spying the textbook on my co-wokers desk)
mike d: that was a terrible class.
Boss: You have NO idea.
mike d: oh, I do.
Boss: You didn’t have The General. The man wore Egg colored pants and shirts with pocket protectors every day and worked us like a dictator. He spoke with a german accent and would start every lecture in the exact same way. It was an impossibly difficult class. The highest grade he gave out was a B, and that was a stretch.
mike d: My class was taught by a man named Professor Dimentburg.


Boss: you win.

5 thoughts on “An exchange

  • 10/12/2004 at 5:06 pm

    I don’t get why you won.

  • 10/12/2004 at 6:35 pm

    It’s because the name Dimentberg is funny. it’s like Dement. Berg.

    get it.

    har har… har.. . . har

  • 10/15/2004 at 10:43 am

    THAT’S SO FUNNY! Wait……um…

  • 10/15/2004 at 10:49 am

    Boo. You just don’t appreciate good humor.


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