:rolleyes:
I’m hungry. Looks at her sister and salivates
What?
Damn, this immunology essay is giving me the s&*ts. Anyone here know anything about the role of cytokines in the pathogenesis of systemic lupus erythematosus?
:rolleyes:
What lands on fly poo?
Does anyone want to play jacks?
Monkeys are my friend
What’s this about an owl? Did I miss another memo?
I’m thinking of starting a new game, one where you write doper obituataries, and it’ll either be as successful as the unprepared essay and how many would be scary games, or people will just scold me for being morbid. So I’m torn.
I don’t think I’m in my right mind today. I think I’m in my left mind.
I’ve got a splinter in my right middle fingertip. I’m sure I got it over the weekend, since I did a bunch of yard work. I’ve got a blister on my left thumb, too. And a little heartburn. But I’m having a good hair day, so there’s that.
Howz it goin’?
Two guys got an unusual job in a carnival. They set up a booth where they would guess women’s “sizes.”
No oatmeal for me, please.
Ice cream, because it has no bones.
The Blondas’ older kids were now in school: April, age 9, and Bobby, age 7. Little George, the youngest and last, was at home with his mother Mary, at lunchtime. Mary had made a sandwich for George and put it on a dish with a small pile of Fritos. And she had a glass of milk for him. She was shown buttoning her blouse over her bare bosom (she didn’t wear a bra around the house); little George, standing behind her, asked, “Mommy, where do you get the fresh milk?”
Chocolate-covered boobies.
There’s nothing funny about chocolate-covered waterfowl.
Unless there is.
Dammit will someone tell me about the owl? Is he single?
Y’know, I think bitter engineers should be banned. Bitter engineers should especially never teach classes to poor, naive undergraduates. Especially undergraduates who have to pass the class so they can graduate on time. I mean, really, is it asking too damn much to just have a textbook chosen for the course so we don’t have to slog along trying to follow our notes from class, which are wrong anyway?
Ohmigod. I think I just figured out how some engineers get to be bitter.