fatdavid8

At work today, the Dean's Office decided to have an end-of-the-semester lunch for the pre-tenured faculty. Earlier this morning, my wife's colleague N. tried to tell her lesbi-partner V. about it as they were taking care of their morning ablutions and whatnot. The conversation apparently went something like this:

"So, we're having lunch with the pre-tenured faculty today," called N. from the bedroom.

"What?" called V. from the bath.

"I said, 'We're having lunch with the pre-tenured faculty today.'"

"Really? Do you have a lot of them?"

"About eleven."

"Really?!? All from congenital defects, or some from farm accidents?"

"What?!? What are you talking about?"

V. then entered the bedroom and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I was talking about having lunch with the pre-tenured faculty today." N. replied. "What in the hell were you talking about?"

"Oh!" said V. "I thought you said you were going to have lunch with the three-fingered faculty."

Three-fingered faculty? What?!?