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Muriel’s fleeting vision of the grab, the flight, and the thrilling tri-state robbery spree that would eventually land her on the six o’clock news after a spectacular freeway chase, was interrupted with a sad jolt by the realization she was going to be late for work.
Soon after discovering that the campus has been attacked by huge mean tempered beetle-aliens who hate students almost as much as she does, Prof. Speigelman explains to her huddled class how they are going to beat the aliens using the principles of business writing that she has been teaching them all semester and sends them off to implement her plan, while she stays behind to create the necessary distraction, although it will cost her life, despite protestations and a very sexy, very forbidden kiss from a hot former lifeguard student; After celebrating their success and the destruction of the aliens, just as the students regret the death of a teacher who in retrospect taught them the secret to survival itself, they notice a shape far the distance that at first appears to be an alien, but reveals itself to be a human form struggling under an alien corpse, which when hurled, still smoking, to the ground reveals itself to be Prof. Speigelman covered in alien goo, but sexy as ever, who strides through her silent class stone faced saying only, “Class is cancelled for tomorrow,” and as she strides towards the sunrise, she yells over her shoulder the closing line of the film, “I don’t know about you, but I need a martini and a bong hit.”
Outside my hermetically sealed office a stately oak tree - branches swaying gently to an unseen breeze that can only be simulated by the old air conditioning unit with the death rattle coughing and buzzing near my feet – waves at me playfully, daring me to play hooky and come climb its trunk until I slip unseen into the clouds beyond where a semi-retired ogre lies in wait inside a great castle for me to free a fairy princess and claim trunks full of gold and jewels.
Henry understood that most of Freud’s ideas were largely discredited by the academic community, yet he couldn’t help but notice that every 20 minutes or so he found himself thinking of sex or food, and on really stressful days - both.
Lately all I seem capable of doing is sitting and gazing, dreaming of other places, so if you are one of the many waiting for me to do something, please feel free to keep waiting.
Tentatively, she lifted the sea shell to her ear and listened in wonderment to the rushing of some foreign shore where mermaids basked in rock pools and pirate ships anchored in the harbour.
I don’t see how you can accuse me of having a dirty mind when I was daydreaming about us doing it in a bathtub.
If you are in the car with Keith, don't be surprised if he drives nearly a half a mile past your turn because he is busy pretending in his mind that he is playing the banjo.
Its a beautiful tourist trap hwy at dawn with boutique clothing stores and tattoo parlors, and every morning on my way to work I think, 'There's a story there.'
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