Why Hippies Hate Meetings

I put on eyeliner and the good bra. I got there at 11:20, looked down, realized all I can see is the tits. Lifted them out of the way and saw I had something on my shirt. Went to the bathroom and got as much as I could off. Came back out. Nobody. 11:30--I see the Professor walking by. I call her and harass her. "I can't see you," she says. I feel like a stalker, a very lame stalker. 11:40--I call the person I'm supposed to meet with. Yep, the meeting is at 12:15. And that, my friends, is an hour of my life I'll never get back.