What if 6 turned out to be 9?

What if…

every cop is a criminal

and all the sinners saints?


By zwoof at 2008-04-26

Since 1975, I have needed 1 stinking Algebra class for a second degree in Journalism.  I tried several times and had to withdraw from the class.  Since I already had a gig with an ABC affiliate, I blew it off and began my career.

Perhaps there is hope for me.  If they are teaching this “new Hillary math” in college, perhaps I can get my sheepskin. It seems that you can just make up shit now and it’s OK.

Maybe The Answer is 42. (I tried this in Algebra class, didn’t work.) I did yell out “42” at a Dylan concert when he sang the verse “How many roads must a man walk down?” and he stopped, looked at me and said, “Yep.”

On second thought, I really don’t want to be a journalist again. Although it appears that it is a very easy job these days (just speel check the memo, turn it in and show up on payday), it would be a downward move from my current profession of painting rat turds white and selling them for rice. But come to think of it, they are very similar, so I guess it would actually be a lateral move. My perks are a little better however, as I get to wear gloves while I’m painting rat shit.