Came to your blog for Moroccan chicken thighs and kefir. I am leaving with a bizarre image of snake-fighting college students, especially the C student who has to fight an anaconda. Please, please tell me the punchline…
(Not questioning the passing, that definitely happened, just whether that’s the punchline…)
So, yeah, even though I’ve been kind of MIA here for a while, I didn’t get eaten by the snake, and managed to demonstrate sufficiently skillful bobbing and weaving to be considered eligible for that ever-less-elusive “Dr.” title. Now I just need to get a job to go along with that title.
Your snake will be very small. More like a worm. In the spirit of this blog, just eat it! Love you! Mother
Haha! thanks! yeah, I always did like worms, didn’t I?
Um… WHAT??
Came to your blog for Moroccan chicken thighs and kefir. I am leaving with a bizarre image of snake-fighting college students, especially the C student who has to fight an anaconda. Please, please tell me the punchline…
By the way, how was your thesis?
Haha!
I guess the punchline is, I passed (?)
(Not questioning the passing, that definitely happened, just whether that’s the punchline…)
So, yeah, even though I’ve been kind of MIA here for a while, I didn’t get eaten by the snake, and managed to demonstrate sufficiently skillful bobbing and weaving to be considered eligible for that ever-less-elusive “Dr.” title. Now I just need to get a job to go along with that title.