Chaos: Don't Stress, Undress

that homework is so falling behind the desk.
I like the way you think.

Story time. "Homework"

In University my roommate was desperate to get in the pants of a (the) girl in our class*. He came to me and said "She's all worried about our Engineering Materials II class. Midterms are coming and she thinks she's failing. You know this stuff. Can you tutor her?" His thought being that if I helped her understand the Iron-Iron Carbide diagram and Eutectic Alloys she would be free to succumb to his obvious (to him) charms.

So I tutored her. She was dumb as a bag of hammers when it came to that stuff. She was also a tall, very dirty blonde with big knockers and a great ass (and tight jeans; it was 1980). I summoned all my strength to stay focused on 300- and 400-Series Stainless Steel and the advantages of 6061-T6 Aluminum over plain carbon steel...and got through it. She knew everything I did. And more as it turned out

Midterms came. I got a respectable 88%. Down about 3% from the previous term. My roomie squeezed out a 75% and the hot girl: 95%.

She was giddy with excitement; practically bouncing. (Impressive). She thanked me for the help. She explained to my roomie that I had awakened her lost love of learning and that she was going to concentrate on her studies...so no horizontal rhumba.

So I spent more time tutoring her than my roomie did fantasizing about her. And he didn't even get close. Afterwards, my roomie and I spent a couple of hours in the crappy student pub, drinking watered down beer and drowning our sorrows.

Needless to say neither I nor my buddy are metallurgists.

* Okay, there were three. In a class of 90-100 in Second Year.
 
I like the way you think.

Story time. "Homework"

In University my roommate was desperate to get in the pants of a (the) girl in our class*. He came to me and said "She's all worried about our Engineering Materials II class. Midterms are coming and she thinks she's failing. You know this stuff. Can you tutor her?" His thought being that if I helped her understand the Iron-Iron Carbide diagram and Eutectic Alloys she would be free to succumb to his obvious (to him) charms.

So I tutored her. She was dumb as a bag of hammers when it came to that stuff. She was also a tall, very dirty blonde with big knockers and a great ass (and tight jeans; it was 1980). I summoned all my strength to stay focused on 300- and 400-Series Stainless Steel and the advantages of 6061-T6 Aluminum over plain carbon steel...and got through it. She knew everything I did. And more as it turned out

Midterms came. I got a respectable 88%. Down about 3% from the previous term. My roomie squeezed out a 75% and the hot girl: 95%.

She was giddy with excitement; practically bouncing. (Impressive). She thanked me for the help. She explained to my roomie that I had awakened her lost love of learning and that she was going to concentrate on her studies...so no horizontal rhumba.

So I spent more time tutoring her than my roomie did fantasizing about her. And he didn't even get close. Afterwards, my roomie and I spent a couple of hours in the crappy student pub, drinking watered down beer and drowning our sorrows.

Needless to say neither I nor my buddy are metallurgists.

* Okay, there were three. In a class of 90-100 in Second Year.
yeah, from what I have heard, tutoring a chick rarely gets people laid.
 
A couple of shirts. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Mass Effect.

Fun fact, the first TMNT comic book came out in 1984. The characters were a result of drunken doodling by creators Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird. It was only supposed to be a one off; it was made using the creators’ tax refunds and loans from family, which were all repaid. People loved it and wanted more, and a media empire was born.

A lot of the inspiration for the back story came from the Daredevil comics of the day.
 
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