Mad Musings

[JamesSavik]

When I was little, I was a touch dyslexic, which was troublesome but was good for a few laughs.

My older brother was considerably older than me. The family occasionally packed everything up, and we went to see an on campus game in Starkville.

Once, my brother was showing me around and there was a building that made me stop in my tracks.

The sign on the building read, Department of Fine Arts. That's not what my treacherous brain read.

I asked my brother, "What does the Department of Fine Rats do?"

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