A grad student walks into the faculty lounge to see one of his fellow PhD students sitting on the couch, looking kind of perplexed.
"What's wrong?" he asks her.
"The strangest thing just happened," she replies. "The lady behind the counter didn't make me sign any forms when I handed in my thesis on Kafka."
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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