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the_deep_magic) wrote2012-11-30 01:12 am
the_deep_magic) wrote2012-11-30 01:12 am
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They could probably cram a pigeon in there and I'd never even notice.
Got pulled out of philosophy tutoring to help the writing people today, and turducken was the conversation piece of the day. At first I thought it was because one of my fellow writing tutors, who is not generally known for being ditzy or anything, allegedly believed a turducken to be an actual hybrid animal. Then, during a rare break in the tutoring action (when my boss had come in the room and shut the door behind her to keep out this one annoying student who has been banned from writing tutoring sessions but will not. go. away.), a chem tutor from down the hall stopped by to extol the turducken as the perfect evolutionary revenge: dinosaurs used to eat our ancestors*, they evolved into birds, and so now we take our vengeance by "stuffing one bird up the cloaca of another bird up the cloaca of another bird -- it's beautiful."
But it turns out that the tutors and advisors are pooling together to actually buy a turducken (which is about $100, but you get something like 19 pounds of meat, so I guess it's not a bad deal) and having a whole holiday feast... on the day I'm going on a field trip to a jail for a class's "final exam." So when I heard when they were having the party, I blurted out "BUT THAT'S WHEN I'M GOING TO PRISON!" My boss said, "Well, you should've found a better place to hide the bodies."
Dammit, I've always wanted to try turducken. They offered to save me some, but I wouldn't be able to come get it until the next day, and I don't think day-old turducken is the optimal first-turducken experience. Nor is the kind they sell in the freezer case at the grocery store. Sigh...
Anyway, the prison visit's a week from today, and the professor was talking about what we should and shouldn't wear, and all I could think of was Arrested Development. I guess I'm going to have to leave my red SLUT tank top at home.
*No, I don't know if he's been watching too much Flintstones or what. Dammit, he's a chem tutor, not a... paleontologist? I think we're all just getting stupid from dealing with painfully clueless students all day.
But it turns out that the tutors and advisors are pooling together to actually buy a turducken (which is about $100, but you get something like 19 pounds of meat, so I guess it's not a bad deal) and having a whole holiday feast... on the day I'm going on a field trip to a jail for a class's "final exam." So when I heard when they were having the party, I blurted out "BUT THAT'S WHEN I'M GOING TO PRISON!" My boss said, "Well, you should've found a better place to hide the bodies."
Dammit, I've always wanted to try turducken. They offered to save me some, but I wouldn't be able to come get it until the next day, and I don't think day-old turducken is the optimal first-turducken experience. Nor is the kind they sell in the freezer case at the grocery store. Sigh...
Anyway, the prison visit's a week from today, and the professor was talking about what we should and shouldn't wear, and all I could think of was Arrested Development. I guess I'm going to have to leave my red SLUT tank top at home.
*No, I don't know if he's been watching too much Flintstones or what. Dammit, he's a chem tutor, not a... paleontologist? I think we're all just getting stupid from dealing with painfully clueless students all day.