Back in the day...
When I was at university, there were these militant security guards who stopped anyone they didn't like from coming in the building. They also patrolled around the computer rooms making sure people weren't playing games. This was back when MUDs (online text adventures) were popular. We usually managed to convince them that we were writing a story or something, except of course one time when a mate stood up and loudly called me a bastard for getting him killed...

We were of course kicked out, but as I was walking past the nazi security guard I got to say to my friend, "You know, I was going to be a security guard... but then they found out that my parents were married."

The guy just scowled...
( Beastie is doing science with his arse, Thu 12 May 2005, 15:14, Reply)