But I am NOT a communist. (you'll rue the day you crossed me, Eric.) Stalin and I roomed together at the Y while I was studying the economics of inner-city shrimp farming during the semester I interned for Phillip Morris. While I wasn't helping the lawyers file briefs, or the secretaries type memos, or testing the latest brand for appropriate levels of nicotine, I studied shrimp farming. As you know, there's popcorn shrimp, jumbo shrimp, shrimp scampie... anyway, Stalin and I were both pretty young at the time. Surprisingly, we got along quite well despite my hatred of communists and his disdain for capitalists. We went clubbing all the time too. I remember this one time he was talking to this hot chick and he asked "Hey, you must be tired, because you've been convoginating in my head all day..." She slapped him right then and there, it was hilarious. He drowned his sorrows in fermented potato juice and sent a million people to the gulags, it was quite a night. Anyway, here's a photo of us on our way to Wendy's for a Spicy Chicken sandwich... mmm... chicken sandwich...
Jeff C.
