I decided to bring this site back. Sure, its been put to sleep twice before. If you think the jokes on this page are bad, you can cheeck out the site before it got renovated, in a link.. that I'll put somewhere.

I was thinking today. But I learned my lesson last time that happened, and lets say that’s last time we throw that many chickens overboard with out checking the physics of the whole thing first. Whatever that means. (Boy, that coast guard was really pretty) (Shocked! pretty shocked!)

But really, I don't think anymore. College isn't really "Thinking Required" Its more of a lost thought, like “….” Or “Wow, my teacher really does look like Santa.” Prof .Santa (PhD) taught some physics, and candycanealolgy. My history teacher taught us that during the civil war, instead of the modern media, people learned about sex by watching farm animals. That’s gonna help my future job a ton. “So Mr.P.Flynn (no PhD), what do you think of the new ITP Reports?” “Well Johnny, during the Civil War men had sex with prostitutes so they’re wives didn’t die in child birth.” “Interesting, I’ll tell China.”

College isn’t all sit around and do nothing though, sometimes you have move all the way to another building to sit around another class. My playwriting class is,

…

Yeah,

Playwriting… It, um where was I. Oh yeah, the teacher is straight off the boat Irish.(If you don’t like Irish stereotypes, quit now. On that note, If you like good comedy, stop reading 5 minutes ago.) I mean, straight up out of the pot of gold, or Heinekens, whatever Ireland is made out of nowadays. Professor O’McReilyMacPahterson (PhD in potatoes and beer). The name doesn’t get more Irish than that. You’d think he’d be able to pronounce my name. He said: wait, I’ll tell you in terms that we have to write plays in:

                                                Professor Irish  (Looking at sheet of paper, then looking back at me)

So you must be Pajeric?

                                               PMasta (Sitting down in a stylish manner, looking cool as always)

Yes, Padraic.

                                             Professor Irish (Hiding pot of gold)

No, I believe its Pajeric.

                                              Pajeric (these are actions, ((or, as we in the business call “verbs”)) if you haven’t noticed) …))))))

Noooo, I’m pretty sure my name is Padraic.

His real name is R.Noone. Said: R.Noon. And long story short he’s still gonna call me “Pajeric”, and I’m still going to call him Professor No one.

Well, I guess I’m not on his good side anymore. Not like showing up 10 minutes late helped.  He started the class by asking if we have any background with plays at all. I said I saw a play in grammar school once.

He asked, “What’s grammar school.

                                                P.Flynn (Turning on the tv with a Capri Sun)

That’s it, no more commentary.