In the Penn and Teller Bullshit show, if the fat guy is the one who does all the talking, then what’s the use of the shorter creep? They were trying to save money on props?
There’s not much going on really, I’m stuck with major exams all week long, fell out with a good friend, caught a cold in the process and am currently alternating Penn and Teller Bullshit show on Recycling myths with Barney Stinson’s CBS blog.
I should start on the shitload of chemistry I have to get down before 8 pm, but in a bit. By all means, you gotta tickle the humour bone every now and then especially when you’re feeling so down in the gutters that you could supply for your own recycling mission, so it’s a good balance. I was gonna try and slip in a couple of comics too, but there’s only so much you can do with a limited DSL connection. You thought I was gonna say head, didn’t you?
I’m trying to hide the cold from my mom, till after Thursday or Friday, so that I’m not on house arrest by then and manage to snatch a few outings before resuming the force-feeding of science, and in this case, antibiotics. That BBC spray thingie is evil. It’s designed by a dimwit who wanted to paralyse they’re smart mouth of an opponent’s speech abilities long enough to try and think of a decent comeback. I’ll quote a good friend who said what all of y’all are probably thinking by now: “You’re not supposed to spray it on your tongue, doofus! you put it way back in your throat. TWSS.” Still tho, that thing always makes its way down the road and I end up making sure that I didn’t swallow my tongue by mistake every couple of minutes for the next half hour. How else am I supposed to know that my tongue is still in my buccal cavity and not way back down the oesophagus if I can’t FRIGGIN FEEL ITS EXISTENCE ANYMORE!
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