Let me answer that question plus another inevitable question
on October 23, 2012 at 12:01 amChapter: Alien Abductions
Location: DP451's dorm room
I think this is one of my earliest genuinely-successful jokes.
I think this is one of my earliest genuinely-successful jokes.
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I’ll admit it. I laughed.
Heh. That’s pretty funny.
I can get that he’s lazy but it’s not to smart to put your pizza near your beadpans should spillage or splashes occur.
Yes, pizza grease will stain a bedpan horribly.
Wait…how does the bedpan get emptied?
Bedpan fairies.
Do they leave you money?
Can’t speak for this guy in particular but we used to empty the pizza boxes into ourselves and the bedpans into the pizza boxes. This was back when you got money back for returning empty bottle and boxes of course. In the good old days when games were monochrome and midi.
Emptied?
I think the real question is: How does he pass all his classes?
Oh, DarkPower451, teach me your class-skipping ways.
You know, that’s a good question, since I’m pretty sure this takes place before online classes started becoming popular. Or becoming, period.
Becoming popular sure, but some “online” classes did exist in a primitive form, depending on how you look at the idea, as early as the ’60s. Fully online post-secondary programs, though, didn’t really become a thing until the mid-’90s and didn’t become a significant thing until eight to ten years ago.
Simple–he pays people to attend classes for him with a QuickCam, and he attends that way.
Where does he get the money? Why, blackmail, of course! The dude can hack the Pentagon, who says he can’t dig up secrets on a few millionaires?
Did they have Blackboard (or an equivalent) in 1997?
Reminds me of Gimpy from Undergrads.
I don’t remember this one from my archive binge. I love Danny’s face in this one.
The first time someone posted anything online about this sort of behavior, they were laughed at. ‘No such thing as computer/gaming addiction.’
I know a guy (relative): he lost his job and his wife directly because of his EQ addiction, and that is just what it was. He played from Friday night straight thru to Monday morning. He walked in the door at night and right to the computer. He got up off the computer Monday morning and went to work. When he was caught playing it on the company computer at work, he was fired. His wife got him into counciling as a last resort: he said he would not stop gaming when asked by the councilor if he would. The councilor wouldn’t go so far as to say, ‘computer addiction’…but that he did ‘have a problem’.
Ya think?
Okay, I’ll say it: DP451 has never heard the expression “Don’t shit where you eat?”
Originally posted:
October 16, 1997