No Campus for Old Men

I tell people I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks, and borrowed my class notes from Professor Knuckle Sandwich and his Teaching Assistant, Ms. Fat Lip Thon Nyun.  This is a lie. I used to aimlessly wander the campus of Colgate Univeristy back before they had cell phones or email and the internet was for academics and people addicted to pornography. The only thing I remember from classes at all is that there was once a guy in Scotland named Red John O’ The Battles. For some reason, I am going back this weekend for my 15th Reunion. Fishing the local streams may or may not occur.*

(*It would have definitely occurred had my buddy Mike, pictured above on a Florida expedition to Bud’s Lounge, not gone off and gotten engaged last weekend, thus precluding his attendance. Major congrats Mike, we’ll have to crack some in your honor.)

Will Ferrell’s Speech on Youtube

2 thoughts on “No Campus for Old Men”

  1. To those wondering, I only whip out the multiple B’s while fishing with a Yankee Fan. Good luck in the general Hamilton area…

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