Well, his name is salt-teen Sam, and boy is he dry. Desert dry, blow dryer dry, dry ice dry, you get the point. He is my professor, he lacks emotion, real emotion, like a smile, giggle, pulse… Can talk about nothing for the longest run on sentence of all time. He’d make Hemmingway drink himself to a stuper in less than 1 minute. His face is pale white with liver spots all over it. His lips have sagged for so many years, they have fallen to the floor. He looks as though he lives in a closet or a bacement. The kind of guy that cries out if the sun comes his way, gasping for air like nosveratu. Though he does have a striking resemblance to Captin Kangeroo, without the ping-pong balls.
Try then, if you could visualize, taking a 1 ½ class with him, his pasty face, and run-on sentences……I’ll take the prozak thanks!