In an effort to change the somewhat bitter tone of recent threads, I propose a new topic that I think will give everyone a smile and reason for good natured jocularity.
Imagine a virtual pit into which your college mascot, starved and abused into a snarling rage, is slowly hoisted down to fight to the death with my college mascot.
In the first of such grudge matches, a gelded Texas longhorn, still bleeding from its evacuated sack, but relatively huge in size, and with pointy horns gleaming, is loaded onto a winch and slowly but surely cranked down into the pit where awaits...
its worst nightmare.
The fierce killing machine that is the Michigan wolverine, pound for pound the meanest and most rapacious species of rodentia the earth has ever known.
Alas, before the straps can even be removed from the pathetic cow, my wolverine has eviscerated it and made a fine snack of its entrails.
Next?
I invited you to hoist your own college mascot down into the arena where it shall quickly join the carcass of the cow.
(Guys! Isn't this fun!!!!)
Cougar attempts to insert banana slug into her yoohoo, gets toxic shock, dies.
Inexperienced Knight happens upon Cougar corpse, checks to see if anyone is looking, then sheepishly puts his sword into her "scabbard" --(note: a reference to the actual fact that the word for scabbard in the original latin is vagina), pulls out banana slug, decides it looks kind of good and eats it.
Little devilish engineer comes along and introduces the Knight to the Age of Enlightenment, which immediately dispatches the mythical hero to legend status, that is to say, death.
Who shall attempt to mess with an Engineering Enlightener in all his Terrible and Pocket-Protected Rationality?
Cougar attempts to insert banana slug into her yoohoo, gets toxic shock, dies.
Inexperienced Knight happens upon Cougar corpse, checks to see if anyone is looking, then sheepishly puts his sword into her "scabbard" --(note: a reference to the actual fact that the word for scabbard in the original latin is vagina), pulls out banana slug, decides it looks kind of good and eats it.
Little devilish engineer comes along and introduces the Knight to the Age of Enlightenment, which immediately dispatches the mythical hero to legend status, that is to say, death.
Who shall attempt to mess with an Engineering Enlightener in all his Terrible and Pocket-Protected Rationality?
