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[Photo courtesy of Jerry Wiley.]
Back when I was a student at a certain university in central New Jersey, one of my colleagues in the Chemical Engineering department kept a pet pig.
We had known that pigs had a reputation for being smart beasts, but this one was exceptional. His owner Neil taught him to use a specially modified keyboard, and after only one semester he was actually able to ace problem sets in thermo and quantum mechanics. I thought it was funny… until the damned pig got better grades in high-energy physics than me. Asshole.
What did we call him? Neil’s Boar, of course.
1 comment:
Groan.
Damned souls in hell are writhing and thrashing just a wee bit harder thanks to that punchline.
When it comes to jokes, all men do eventually become their fathers.
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