Graduate Student Humor

Secret insight into my thesis chair's hopes and dreams...

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/48461

...and I swear I'll get back to the fireball story shortly.

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Anonymous said…
hilarious!!! she should've been using a mac.
gk
10/03/2006 2:49 PM
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