It's not the education or the pride of actually being there. It's not the community or the pretty buildings or being able to say "yeah meet you in the cloisters at 2" or that ancient musty book smell that permeates University Gardens. It's not watching Neighbours in leather sofas with black coffee and bagels and adorable boys with unfortunate names who speak French almost apologetically.
No, my friend. It's ducks.
2 comments:
all we have is the odd squirrel and escaped lab mouse:(
well the question is who would win:
a duck or scientifically-tinkered mouse?
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