When I tell people where I’ll be attending law school next year they seem impressed, and they often say:
“That’s a great school, and New York will be a fun place to be a student.”
I look at them quizzically and reply:
“Oh, no. I’m going to Colombia, the country, not Columbia, the highly-regarded school in Manhattan. The ‘law school’ I’ll be attending is funded by a drug cartel. Hopefully, after I get my ‘degree’ I’ll be able to get a job with them.”
After that, people don’t seem as impressed, but they do usually ask me to cut them a deal on some “nose candy”…