Dr Clamdigger Strolled in the Gentle Surf
Character – oversexed physics professor- Setting – tropical island
- Object – wasp
- Situation – splitting headache
Dr Clamdigger strolled in the gentle surf, admiring the student body. She acted aloof, but he knew she was admiring him, too, as she lay propped up on a towel halfway up the beach.
Yes, teaching physics at Cayman U was a great gig.
Dr Clamdigger altered course and placed his prodigious shadow over the coed’s bikini-clad torso (and, for the most part, her legs).
“You’re blocking the sun,” she protested petulantly.
“Impossible,” Dr Clamdigger said. “The sun is a star, a seething fusion reactor, while I am,” he ran his hand down his hirsute belly, “but flesh.”
“Well, Skipper –”
“That’s Professor!”
“– whatever. You might want to move.”
“So you can work on your tan lines?”
A volleyball ricocheted off Dr Clamdigger’s head. He swayed, but the sunbathing student didn’t flinch.
“Yeah, that too.”
Dr Clamdigger staggered into the waves and collapsed, not hearing the calls of, “Dude! Little help? That’s our ball!”
As the warm salt water lapped at his sides, Dr Clamdigger saw his nemesis chatting up the pretty student. It was Professor Henderson, showing off his pet wasps again.
Damn entomologists get all the chicks.
Awesome. That last line is hilarious.
I wanted to be an entomologist as a kid. That or a marine biologist or a paleontologist. Not sure how -ologist wound up totally absent from my job title.