University of the Virgin Martyrs Faculty picnic…
Professor Barbara Moore sat in her office at the University of the Virgin Martyrs. After whipping through a couple hundred e-mails she looked through sparse ‘snail mail’ in her wire wicker inbox. She hated the old thing but her old uncle told her if someone had something really important to say they will do it on paper.
I open the envelope. The letter is on the chancellor’s stationery with gold embossed letters in bold Old English “UVM”.
The University of the Virgin Martyrs
wishes to remind you of our last ‘long pig’ barbeque this Saturday.
After twenty-five years our exemption from the ‘sunset’ of the spit-roast law expires. Please make every effort to see the last sow spit-roasted.
Chancellor Wragg
Crap, I have other plans for Saturday but I guess I better go. I wish I hadn’t dumped all those e-mails… I wonder which student is getting roasted for the the last barbeque…
Barb
Tree
Professor Barbara Moore sat in her office at the University of the Virgin Martyrs. After whipping through a couple hundred e-mails she looked through sparse ‘snail mail’ in her wire wicker inbox. She hated the old thing but her old uncle told her if someone had something really important to say they will do it on paper.
I open the envelope. The letter is on the chancellor’s stationery with gold embossed letters in bold Old English “UVM”.
The University of the Virgin Martyrs
wishes to remind you of our last ‘long pig’ barbeque this Saturday.
After twenty-five years our exemption from the ‘sunset’ of the spit-roast law expires. Please make every effort to see the last sow spit-roasted.
Chancellor Wragg
Crap, I have other plans for Saturday but I guess I better go. I wish I hadn’t dumped all those e-mails… I wonder which student is getting roasted for the the last barbeque…
Barb
Tree