Oh crap

Fellow Huskers will agree...we are ones to abide by the law. We just don't like to mess with the idea of being sent to the slammer. I now see why.

Dear readers, it seems that when we deplaned in the great city of San Francisco, both Buford and I were a little tired and not paying attention to the signs. So, you guess it, we piled down on this bench to get some rest when the cops came and hauled us off. (Hence the lack of postings the past few months.)
So we were thrown on a boat and shipped out to this place that looks vaguely familiar.


The closer we came to the island, a chill came over us. This is not going to end pretty and there is will be no escaping this rock. That, and apparently only Indians are welcome, which I find incredibly ironic.


More postings on this saga are yet to come.

Where now??

Buford and I caught the next plane out of this frozen tundra. I don't even care where we go. Regardless, the view from high above the earth is fantastic. Seriously though, where are we going next?

Make no mistake...

...it's damn cold in Toronto!!!






Too cold for even the heartiest Husker blood...let's get outta here!

Rejection

So Harvard said "no". Fine, I will go down the street and talk to my buddy Dim O'Neil at MIT. Maybe he can get me in there. So we fill out the applications and instead of a response, all I get is this picture:

Buford and I were clearly upset by another rejection. So to get a feel for why we keep getting turned down, I called up our buddy Dim and asked him why he felt we were not MIT material. His response:

"You see fellas, I received my undergrad at Notre Dame and now I'm working toward a masters at MIT. And in my eyes, what got me into both places was a big bank account. Well, that and a good recommendation from my priest. He really liked it when I ..."

Yeah, the last portion was truncated when it became a little too revealing. Regardless, I suppose Buford and I are not university material, so let's hit the road!!!