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2010-04-01 06:42:16 ET So back in good ole college I was testing out classes. You know, walking from class to class, sitting in on a professor's lecture and seeing how you liked it. Back then I was considering majoring in Philosophy because I heard that being a professional burger flipper was a viable career for a man of my status in ye old Generation XY. I made my way into Professor Mystaggos' Philosophy 101 class and sat slouched down in the back right corner of the class. Back right as in when viewed from the front and not the rear. Heh heh..."Rear". Anyways, the class was alright. To be quite honest I took a little nap and only awoke at the very end of class when Mystaggos was giving out the homework assignment. He told us to go out into the streets and ask your every day average people about what liberty, or the concept of liberty, meant to them. I walked outside and the first person I ran into was one of those street performers who act like a statue. After asking him the question numerous times he just winced at me and I took that as a sign to scurry off. The second person I approached was a hot dog vendor but the sweet smell of hot dogs distracted me from my task and I obtained two of the sweet meat treats. I walked away from the guy and turned to a dark alley which would've lead me to places where I haven't been yet. Out from the shadows came an overly made up girl. A prostitute. She propositioned me for sex and I, in no mood to haggle, gently declined. As her face turned from gentle calm to quick fierce anger I quickly blurted out my query in hopes of distracting her mind to more peaceful pastures. "What is liberty to you?" I asked. She thought for a moment and then replied that: "Liberty is not having to plead innocence or guilty in a courtroom but instead sucking the judge's cock in the judge's chambers to get yourself off." |
