purple cowboy
03-05-2010, 12:42 PM
One day an old bearded Ivy League professor in a tweed jacket was walking across campus on his way to class when he noticed a young long-haired student in patchies and a ratty t-shirt laying on his back on the campus green not doing much of anything.
The professor became immediately annoyed with the student's apparent slacker attitude (after all, this was a highly prestigious school), so he decided to approach the youngster.
"Excuse me son," the professor said, "can you please point me in the direction of the library?"
The student, snapped from his daze, raised his head up to acknowledge the professor.
"You want to know where the library's at?"
The professor became further annoyed.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to end your sentences with a preposition?" the professor asked.
"Oh, excuse me," answered the student. "You want to know where the library's at, asshole?"
The professor became immediately annoyed with the student's apparent slacker attitude (after all, this was a highly prestigious school), so he decided to approach the youngster.
"Excuse me son," the professor said, "can you please point me in the direction of the library?"
The student, snapped from his daze, raised his head up to acknowledge the professor.
"You want to know where the library's at?"
The professor became further annoyed.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to end your sentences with a preposition?" the professor asked.
"Oh, excuse me," answered the student. "You want to know where the library's at, asshole?"