Wouldn't it be nice to tell the Dean of your college what you REALLY
think about him/her?
Well, if you like YOUR Dean as much as I like MY Dean, then you'd
better keep your mouth shut. I knew I'd get kicked out of the college if I expressed my
true feelings, so I remained silent for the last four years.
But yesterday was my graduation. And as I walked across the stage, the Dean handed my
diploma to me (nicely scrolled and tied with a ribbon).
Once she handed it to me, I could finally tell that bitch what I REALLY thought about
her. So I leaned across her podium and I looked her straight in the eye.
"Hey Bitch," I said. "You're so damn ugly,... you could practice birth
control just by leaving the lights on!"
And then I walked off the stage, and went home. I gotta tell you that it felt just as
good as I had imagined it would for the last four years.
Today, I unwrapped my diploma, framed it, and hung it in the living room, where it
proudly exclaims to the world:
"In order to receive your diploma, please present this certificate to the Dean of
your college after final grades have been posted!"