I had two fucking classes at CEDU in 1980. Honest to God, they were Art History, and God damn basket weaving run by some fag named Michael. I think he married a blonde broad named Heather.
I came out with NO education. How the hell did that place stay open?
I mean, how many dicks did Dan Earle and Michael Allgood actually have to suck to keep that place afloat? :rofl: