Today I walked into a class I’ve been excited about for a while now. It’s basically Psych of Sex. Sounds awesome right? More often than not the classes that seem the MOST awesome generally suck 
Like History of Photography. As a (self acknowledged) photographer I was super excited, only to realize that the woman teaching the class was on a different planet. I dropped it immediately.
But this class? it’s going to be different. After a little bullshit we got down to business. She wanted us to get to know each other. It’s a class of 12 girls and two guys. I’m 99% sure they’re only taking this class to get laid. So I end up in the smallest group, without any guys. I assume we’re doomed.
“When I say go I want you to write down as many words as you can that mean the word “penis”… Ready? GO!”
We jumped into action and whupped the other groups asses, coming up with 22 words in 30 seconds. As we shouted out words and phrases like “silky bratwurst” (10 Things I Hate About You, anyone?) “schlong” “bologna pony” (WTF. Who calls it that?) and contempated questions like “is Krull the warrior king spelt with a C or a K?” I knew my intial fear had been aleviated.
This class is going to be AWESOME! and clearly I don’t need no stinkin man.
