I was having a silent conversation with myself earlier this week.
I said to myself “Professor Booty, why don’t you just stay on this beatuiful island until the beginning of the upcoming school year?”
I didn’t reply, because answering the questions posed by the voice in your head is a sign of insanity.
When a reply didn’t arrive, I said to myself again “Professor Booty, why don’t you get ahold of Dean Beras (Headmaster of the Occidental Tush Institute) and ask him to transfer all of your classes to this wonderful place?”
Again, I did not answer. But I did smile.
I’m not sure if the smile was because of the thought of being able to conduct classes on the beach or if it was because I knew just how long I was going to have to spend in the shower with Miss Carine getting all that sand washed off.
By the way, 96 minutes.