Of course they have bimbonic coeds in attendance...slowly getting drunk in anticipation of being numb for when the guys clumsily mount them later tonight.
The coeds are having a "roundtable" on politics. Scary that these chicks may actually vote:
"Obama is hot! I'd do him...I don't think I'd do McCain unless he gave me a lot of money. But I'd do Obama all night long for nothing!"
"Yes...can you imagine how the world will be under Obama? Finally, we will all get along...he is going to bring the whole world together."
"Oh...if McCain is elected, we will have a nuclear war for sure! I may have to move somewhere where I won't get nuked...like Hawaii."
"Yeah, and that BIMBO he picked for his vice-president? Can you believe her? She's had FIVE children...you'd think she'd never heard of birth control!"
I closed my door. I was going to try to engage them in a little dissenting discourse, but then came the encouragement "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" and I knew the battle was lost.