After my Ph.D thesis on hoarding, I was promoted to add-junk professor.
Do stock-pickers need a degree in buy-lowology?
Wheat farmers possess triticale thinking skills.
I get turned on by clown colleges. There’s something about those taught bawdies.
The master waffle-maker had a degree in Eggonomics.
There’s a new learning method tailored for fat kids: aka the Brontessori schools.
I just learned how to fart. I’m a do it your sulfur.
Clown colleges are usually built in the Bozo-Arts architectural style.
I’m so suggestive, I quit college after some drunk guy told me to “dropped ed.”
Any academic who leaves the country is a subject matter export.