Hello. My name is Simon Culotte.

Last night I went to town meeting with N and his co-worker, who I'll call Co-Worker. We were going with a very specific purpose: to hear the new budget. But before you can hear the new budget, you have to sit through all of the other crap. Among the highlights: The "We're All Going to Die When the Nuclear Reactor Blows" ladies, and the woman who fears flourescent lighting so intensly that she wears a black veil and passes out flyers.

But, my friends, we were bored. Luckily, I had a pen and paper. I tried to engage N in tic-tac-toe. He would have none of it. He thought a rousing game Hangman would be more fun:

I scribbled it out, but it read "I'm Bored." Co-Worker, said, "Nay! A Rhebus shall solve our woes."

Yes, Co-Worker. The meeting was bow-ring. Ha! And then I took it one step further:

I don't know if it was the extremely accurate sketch of myself or what, but for some reason, N turned bright red and had to put his head between his legs, and Co-Worker couldn't look me in the eye for a good 10 minutes.

Something tells me I took it too far.

A note that N confiscated from a student: