A number of years ago, my friend worked at a mental hospital that had two patients that thought they were Jesus. On Christmas, one Jesus started singing "happy birthday to me." The other Jesus said "shut-up, it's my birthday!" and punched the first Jesus. They got into a fight, which is weird, because you wouldn't think that Jesus would be like that. In the end, the staff had to sedate them both.
In other news, this week, I was not the most soul-less person in law school.
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