agree... Where are those two bloody design students? I heard they had a deadline or something for a crit later today, but it was only a rumor. Oh bloody, here they are!” President Lucky opened the meeting with, “It’s going to be a beautiful day,” and started into his monologue, coughing uncontrollably the entire time he spoke. “SAY, FONTY, HAVE YOU HEARD THE ONE ABOUT THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER AND THE DEAD BABY?” “Oh yes, har har har, I agree, that’s a good one!” Har har har!” “WHAT ABOUT YOU, MOLE, HAVE YOUR HEARD IT?” “Oh yes, Mr. President, har har, but tell it again, it’s so rich! Har har har!” “SAY, MOLE, KNOCK, KNOCK? HAR HAR HAR! SAY, FONTY, WHAT’S BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE? HAR HAR HAR!” Disgruntling as usual, the meeting consisted of thirty minutes of slapstick and five minutes of attention to- ward the matter at hand.

(Two days later) “Mr. President...Mr. President? Wakey wakey, Mr. Pres- ident. It’s a blustery, rainy day today,” Lucky’s obedient wife woke him for his early meeting. Pulling himself from BY his sound sleep, he coughed and noticed he had a chubby. (f= Within minutes, he was out the door, pop tart in tummy and Papa Don’t Preach resonating through the wood paneling of 4 the station wagon.

“Mornin’, President Lucky, Sir.” “GOOD MORNING, FONTY. IT’S A BLUSTERY, RAINY DAY TODAY.” “Yes, I agree. We’re all waiting in the conference room for the meeting, Sir.” cont.

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