I’ve been trying to distance myself from where I went to college for a long time now, but somehow I always end up on one of their mailing lists. Yesterday in the mail I received a postcard from them that just cracked me up. The postcard is intended to go to children of the alumnus. The only problem is, I am not a father. They sent the card to my dog that I named Tuna ( a.k.a. DogGeeding. I got him right after Parcells started coaching for the Cowboys). Surely they didn’t think that I named a child Tuna? But I digress.
Here’s a picture of “father” and “son.”
I’m more infatuated with the White Horse rides. Is that some kind of racial insult against blacks?
At least when the time comes little Tuna can be assured of a spot in the Freshman class under the Legacy Acceptance Policy.
Makes it tough to compete in the three legged race, but you have to be a shoe-in for the hydrant peeing contest.
We got the same card, but only addressed to one son. Ummm…we have three. If Tuna goes, I’ll let all of mine go, too! 🙂
okay…i find it interesting that among the things to play…one is cheerleaders..LOL
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