I get turned on by clown colleges. There’s something about those taught bawdies.
Wheat farmers possess triticale thinking skills.
Do stock-pickers need a degree in buy-lowology?
Clown colleges are usually built in the Bozo-Arts architectural style.
The master waffle-maker had a degree in Eggonomics.
I’m a educated, and I’m a man. So don’t mock ma schoolin’.
Any academic who leaves the country is a subject matter export.
There’s a new learning method tailored for fat kids: aka the Brontessori schools.
After my Ph.D thesis on hoarding, I was promoted to add-junk professor.
I’m so suggestive, I quit college after some drunk guy told me to “dropped ed.”