I had this friend in college who hated filling out slam books. But that that didn’t stop people from asking him to fill them anyway. He’d get frustrated and fill it with all kinds of crap, but his entries ended up making him very popular. Here’s why:

[Extract from a friend’s slam book that this guy filled out. It was this girl’s slam book, full of mushy hearts and pink roses]

Name: borgtron2004.x432

PetName: PetName

Your most cherished possession: My Batmobile. Are you kidding? My miserable existence has been defined by the lack of anything of any remote value. I was going to say my slam book, except I don’t have one.

Friendship is…. Nodding my head when you’re talking about how your stupid cat chased your stupid nephew and how cute it was. F^*%#$@ stupid.

You will remember our time together as: Quite honestly, I didn’t even know you existed till you gave me this stupid slam book. And what time together? You sat in the first bench all through the year. And I was in the last bench. How is that together? We were as far apart as physically possible in the class!

Your greatest regret: Knowing you. No wait, it’s filling out this slam book.
What does Love mean to you?: Last One Very Entertaining

Hobbies: Avoiding people who ask their slam books to be filled. Obviously, I have some way to go before I can claim to be an expert.

Your advice for me: Lookup “deodorant” on wikipedia. Seriously.

Phone: 100. Ask for a “Inspector NinTaleBajji“.

Email: billg@microsoft.com