I was enjoying college. I liked every subject except for the slave labour module, which was mandatory and absolutely horrible. Luckily my girlfriend stepped in to help.
Between us, we created our own "job" and "job reports", all to appease what the module demanded.
We spent the time when I was supposed to be on the programme in each other's company, which we enjoyed thoroughly.
In the reports, we filled it up with lots of dirty in-jokes that seemed like plain job zombie groans to an examiner, but hilarious and arousing to us whenever we reread it.
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