I have two normal feet and I can’t see the slightest God-damned reason why anybody should stare at them.
Sunday, 4 November 2007
Now compare and contrast. You’ll be graded on a lack of resulting neatness in depictions of possible conclusions.
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A Hare was making fun of the Tortoise one day for being so slow.
“Do you ever get anywhere?” he asked with a mocking laugh.
“Yes,” replied the Tortoise, “and I get there sooner than you think. I’ll run you a race and prove it.”
The Hare was much amused at the idea of running a race with the Tortoise, but for the fun of the thing he agreed. So the Fox, who had consented to act as judge, marked the distance and started the runners off.
The Hare was soon far out of sight, and to make the Tortoise feel very deeply how ridiculous it was for him to try a race with a Hare, he lay down beside the course to take a nap until the Tortoise should catch up.
The Tortoise meanwhile kept going slowly but steadily, and, after a time, passed the place where the Hare was sleeping. But the Hare slept on very peacefully; and when at last he did wake up, the Tortoise was near the goal. The Hare now ran his swiftest, but he could not overtake the Tortoise in time.
Take that, subspace.
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Re: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
Something about baskets, I reckon, and not keeping all of one thing or another in only one of them.
By Vagrant on 4 November 2007 · 18:55
Re: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
It's good to see that good, civil, patriotic minded Americans are still stock pilling for the coming egg race war - I'll bring up my hoodie and recipe for 'splodin letters. Down with white eggs...long live free range!
By William Shakesweasel on 6 November 2007 · 07:44
Re: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
the first one is definitely sexual. the second one is ambiguous but also makes me horny.
By barnaby on 6 November 2007 · 19:36
Re^2: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
You remember the psychologist who came into ECS and said every one of the Rorschachs in the majenta we were working on was a vagina?
By A is A on 6 November 2007 · 19:45
Re^3: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
I do...but he never saw his mom piss drunk in the back room with Harry and Mike with ink on her panties...
By William Shakesweasel on 7 November 2007 · 20:03
Re^4: A post-Halloween pictorial essay on potential energy
Hmmmm… looks like… a … butterfly.
By A is A on 8 November 2007 · 03:33