In Class Assignment at SMU

Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus?" Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Southern Methodist University:
In-class Assignment for Wednesday:
Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple.  Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his other immediate right.  One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story.  The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth.  Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached. The following was actually turned in by two of my  English students, Rebecca and Gary. "
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator.  "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth  -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully. Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Au'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow'em out of the sky!" This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent. Yeah?  Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
Asshole.
Bitch.

Great Female Comebacks

Man: "Haven't we met before?"
Woman: "Yes, I'm the receptionist at the VD Clinic."
 
Man: "Haven't I seen you someplace before?"
Woman: "Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore."
 
Man: "Is this seat empty?"
Woman: "Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down."
 
Man: "Your place or mine?"
Woman: "Both. You go to yours and I'll go to mine."
 
Man: "I'd like to call you. What's your number?"
Woman: "It's in the phone book."
Man: "But I don't know your name."
Woman: "That's in the phone book too."
Man: "So what do you do for a living?"
Woman: "I'm a female impersonator."
 
Man: "Hey, baby, what's your sign?"
Woman: "Do not Enter"
 
Man: "How do you like your eggs in the morning?"
Woman: "Unfertilized !"
 
Man: "Hey, come on, we're both here at this bar for the same reason."
Woman: "Yeah! Let's pick up some chicks!"
 
Man: "I'm here to fulfill your every sexual fantasy."
Woman: "You mean you've got both a donkey and a Great Dane?"
 
Man: "I know how to please a woman."
Woman: "Then why aren't you leaving me alone?"
 
Man: "I want to give myself to you."
Woman: "Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts."
 
Man: "If I could see you naked, I'd die happy."
Woman: "Yeah, but if I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing."
 
Man: "Your body is like a temple."
Woman: "Sorry, there are no services today."
 
Man: "I'd go through anything for you."
Woman: "Good! Let's start with your bank account."
 
Man: "I would go to the end of the world for you."
Woman: "Yes, but would you stay there?

I'm Glad I'm A Woman

• I'm glad I'm a woman, yes I am, yes I am
• I don't live off of Budweiser, beer nuts and Spam
• I don't brag to my buddies about my erections
• I won't drive to Hell before I ask for directions
• I don't get wasted at parties and act like a clown
• And I know how to put the damned toilet seat down!
• I won't grab your hooters, I won't pinch your butt
• My belt buckle's not hidden beneath my beer gut
• And I don't go around "re adjusting" my crotch
• Or yell like Tarzan when my head-board gets a notch
• I don't belch in public, I don't scratch my behind
• I'm a woman you see -- I'm just not that kind!
• I'm glad I'm a woman, I'm so glad I could sing
• I don't have body hair like shag carpeting
• It doesn't grow from my ears or cover my back
• When I lean over you can't see 3 inches of crack
• And what's on my head doesn't leave with my comb
• I'll never buy a toupee to cover my dome
• Or have a few hairs pulled from over the side
• I'm a woman, you know -- I've got far too much pride!
• And I honestly think its a privilege for me
• To have these two boobs and squat when I pee
• I don't live to play golf and shoot basketball
• I don't swagger and spit like a Neanderthal
• I won't tell you my wife just does not understand
• Stick my hand in my pocket to hide that gold band
• Or tell you a story to make you sigh and weep
• Then screw you, roll over and fall sound asleep!
• Yes, I'm glad I'm a woman, a woman you see
• You can forget all about that old penis envy
• I don't long for male bonding, I don't cruise for chicks
• Join the Hair Club For Men, or think with my dick
• I'm a woman by chance and I'm thankful it's true
• I'm so glad I'm a woman and not a man like you!