From the Mind of Crispeh

Dearest fellow nurses,

I have been requested to scribe the following email as a means of stress relief for us, one and all. If you do recall our high-jinks of yesteryear on the eve of our maternity final, you will remember our hilarious portrayal of impregnated females.

This email is a call to arms (of sorts) in which I beg of you to not let that moment stand alone in our history. I ask that you take up a new challenge: one more hilarious and zany than the first. For tomorrow, my noble nurses, we dress as psych patients.

Now, this leaves a wide variety of choices. Personally, I’ve had a Dwight K. Schrute costume I’ve been jonesing to try as a sort of delusions of grandeur with a delusions of grandeur scheme. Your choice may manifest itself differently. Garrett may wish to dress provocatively and wear that deeeeeeep V he’s stashed away for an occasion such as this. Ladies, wear something mismatched or crazy or what-have-you. But I’m not going to steal your thunder by suggesting too much. Above all, make it ridiculous.

I leave you with these rousing words from Gen. George S. Patton:
“Sure, we want to go home. We want this [exam] over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to get [the laughter] of the [professors] who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo.” Go ahead and disregard that last sentence, though.

Have an awesome day in Christ,
—Collin