The Virtual Apimpment

Well well well, you know its sad that because of my email address I now always forget the n at the end of my last name, just thought i would share that with ye lot. Anyways, I decided to post because my last one was not recieved kindly by the post masters (Team Ocean). I just ventured back from "sneaking" into the faculty holiday luncheon here at bucknell. I thought this was going to be a brilliant idea as all I could picturing happening was me eating free food and then scurrying on my way back to lab. However, there were a few stumbling blocks along this road that I did not forsee. The first thing that threw off my plan was getting stuck sitting with our chemistry secretary and the lady who runs the stockroom. While this may not seem bad its kinda rough listening to 50 year old women talk about sex while you try to eat, I believe the phrase stuffed chicken was used a couple too many times. The next unforeseen event invovled a speech by Bucknells president. Again this seems fairly harmless but as he told the nominees for some team award thing to rise when their group was called, and the heavyset gentleman sitting right in front of me stood up revealing a decent view of ass cleavage complete with its own fur coat while I was biting down into my chocolate cake, I yet again questioned the existence of a divine being. (damn that was a run on sentence) The more I thought about it though I guess it was gods way of saying "you bum dont be goin to faculty lunches when u aint faculty, biatch" After these stomach churning events I was suppossed to finally meet our secretaries daughters ( one of them happens to be 18 and hot and blonde) but as a final blow to the dome there was no hot 18 year old girl waiting to meet me, for she had to go to the doctors. In conclusion there is no such thing as a free lunch.