Well,... if you like YOUR Dean as much as I like MY Dean, then
you'd better keep your mouth shut.  I knew I'd get kicked out
of the college if I expressed my true feelings, so I remained
silent for the last four years.

But yesterday was my graduation.  And as I walked across the
stage, the Dean handed my diploma to me (nicely scrolled and
tied with a ribbon).

Once she handed it to me, I could finally tell that bitch
what I REALLY thought about her.  So I leaned across her podium
and I looked her straight in the eye.

"Hey Bitch," I said.  "You're so damn ugly,... you could practice
birth control just by leaving the lights on!"

And then I walked off the stage, and went home.  I gotta tell
you that it felt just as good as I had imagined it would for 
the last four years.

Today, I unwrapped my diploma, framed it, and hung it in the
living room, where it proudly exclaims to the world:

  "In order to receive your diploma, please present this certificate
   to the Dean of your college after final grades have been posted!"