Chauncey Migswith-Pigerton thought that everyone was making too much out of the whole goat-monkey thing. Whether you had a fondness for cute white ungulates or you had a preference for our hairy, poo-flinging relatives, Chauncey didn’t see why everyone on campus had to make such a big deal about it.
His seminar in Post-Euclidian Psychodynamic Self-Gratification had been completely ruined by it, mostly because his teaching assistant, the lovely, but carpal-tunnel challenged Belinda, kept gushing about “how adorable” it was.
At least it was better than the previous semester, when chain-gun wielding demons from the fifth circle of Hell had been riding around on syphilitic T-Rexes.
Boy, they really had to Bell the grades up that term!
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