[HIGHTECHDUDE]

Originally Posted by William May ↗

Well, I would certainly SWEAR that you ARE a fellow graduate of the Colombian School of Forensic Medicine and Plumbing! You have the "Panache" and "Joy d,vivre" (or whatever that French word is) that marks such successful people!

I dropped out of their correspondence course after I received the fourth dead body in the mail with instructions that only said, "lefty loosy, righty tighty." I twisted off so many heads before realizing that those were my plumbing instructions...

[William May]

Originally Posted by HIGHTECHDUDE ↗

I dropped out of their correspondence course after I received the fourth dead body in the mail with instructions that only said, "lefty loosy, righty tighty." I twisted off so many heads before realizing that those were my plumbing instructions...

Yes, the class assignments were not always very clear. But you just cope as best you can. They made me the man I am today!


Under suspicion in 24 cheerleader murders. Fortunately, I had taken the AP course in "Hiding dead bodies" which was certainly handy. Not quite as handy as the AP class "hiding amputated hands" was, but still.................

[akham]

Originally Posted by William May ↗

Well, I would certainly SWEAR that you ARE a fellow graduate of the Colombian School of Forensic Medicine and Plumbing! You have the "Panache" and "Joy d,vivre" (or whatever that French word is) that marks such successful people!

I love that band. I have all their songs!

https://www.instagram.com/joiedevivreband

[akham]

Originally Posted by HIGHTECHDUDE ↗

I dropped out of their correspondence course after I received the fourth dead body in the mail with instructions that only said, "lefty loosy, righty tighty."

Yeah, some people don't get the thrust of the necrophilia module. You're supposed to submit your work in the container they sent you.

Say what you like about the school, but they are very egalitarian. They take all comers.

[kellyhound]

some more.

[yah]

Originally Posted by Necrotic Bowel ↗

An 80-year-old man is in the hospital for a complete check up. The doctor tells him, "You're in terrific shape. There's nothing wrong with you. Why, you might live forever. By the way, how old was your father when he died?"

The 80-year-old responded, "Did I say he was dead?"

The doctor couldn't believe it! So he said, "Well, how old was your grandfather when he died?

The 80-year-old responded again, "Did I say he was dead?"

The doctor was astonished. He said, "You mean to tell me you are 80 years old and both your father and your grandfather are both alive?"

"Not only that," said the patient, "my grandfather is 126 years old, and next week he is getting married for the first time."

The doctor said, "After 126 years of being a bachelor why on earth did your grandfather want to get married?"

His patient looked up at the doctor and said, "Did I say he wanted to?"

Bizarre semi-related useless factoid: my father's father was born in 1867 which would make him 158 if he were still alive (he was dead before I got here). It's weird thinking that my grandfather was born 2 years after the Civil War ended.

[William May]

Originally Posted by akham ↗

Yeah, some people don't get the thrust of the necrophilia module. You're supposed to submit your work in the container they sent you.

Say what you like about the school, but they are very egalitarian. They take all comers.

Yeah, some of the ones they sent me weren't even dead! But I fixed that first thing. Efficiency counts!

[akham]

Originally Posted by William May ↗

Yeah, some of the ones they sent me weren't even dead! But I fixed that first thing. Efficiency counts!

That's very kind. It's better that they never knew what was coming.