I knew a mathematician who kept plants in the classroom. They grew square roots.
Interesting! Did the plants multiply?
The mathematicians wanted to add extra plants, but the class was divided on the issue.
That sums up the whole story.
Maybe not, if we factor the extra plants into the equation.
I am counting tomatoes. 40 nice tomatoes and I can make tomato sauce. And that=yum!
How do you evenly divide seven apples among three people?
Make applesauce.
That’s some real awesome sauce.
Be careful though. He could just be a bad apple.
Maybe it’s just a matter of sour grapes.
I could go for wine.
Have a French wine, Beck: “Wahhh, mon dieu!”
Isn’t that the French anthem?
We’ll always have Paris in April.
I guess you can take April out of Paris, but you can’t take Paris out of her.
Aw, you’re Lyon about that.
Ooh La La!
As a Canadian, I’m always surprised at how Americans think we speak more French than we typically do, which (for the vast majority of us) is not at all. I learned this from my friend Calais?
You’ll have to excuse my French, mon ami.
Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.