It was announced today that the Dalai Lama will be a Presidential Professor at Emory University. I mention it so that I can be the first to chime in with a variation of Carl Spackler’s classic (Caddyshack) line. Which as a male of a certain age and temperament, I am genetically required to do:
So, I tell them I’m a religion major, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking….. So we finish the course and he’s gonna fail me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any grades, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
February 5th, 2007 at 2:41 pm
So if you cheat in the Dalai Lama’s class, what happens?
February 5th, 2007 at 2:59 pm
You have to say it out loud, and out just one side of your mouth, to get the complete effect.
February 5th, 2007 at 3:04 pm
Shaft: I suppose no enlightenment for you, which is not so nice.
Frank: I’d add “and possibly impaired” to the equation.