| [o@d] Unattainable Laxation |
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Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Tuesday, October 23
i've often wondered what i would say to certain people if i ever had the chance to make conversation... hmmm:
professors: physics: "so, what'd you push that elevator button with - like - 10 newtons? say, how many newtons would it take for me to push you out that there window? whaddya say, should we experiment? for the sake of science?" chem: "that's a nice sweater you have on. yup, the 80's sure were a great decade, weren't they? hey, what do you think would be the rate of reaction if, let's say, i put that sweater in 1 L of 18M H2SO4? i'm sure the results would be stunning! i'll take good notes in my observation section!" phil: "you know, camel toe just isn't in style anymore, i'm sorry. i just don't see how the end justifies these means, i really don't." zool: "________________________________" i wouldn't say anything to my zool prof. i believe she has given me parasites in the free doughnuts she gives us every moring. a completely heinous situation deserves no communication. Slapped up here on 10/23/2001 03:39:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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