That’s merely a gentleman’s “B.”
I majored in computer science in college. (This was in the early 90’s, before the advent of GUIs took programming out of the text-only phase.) I had been programming on my own and in high school for several years prior, so I assumed my course load would be predominantly code-based. I was so, so wrong.
Oh man. At least the Soul almost won something!
What could possibly go wrong?
There is that, yes. But it’s like grilling a delicious 16-oz. porterhouse steak to perfection and then garnishing it with rat turds.
I shoot quickly, but often miss.
I hate them all so, so much.
Geez, it’s like watching myself at Dave & Buster’s.
It’s known as “The Vatican Plan.”
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee-yup.
Of all the souls that I’ve encountered in my travels, Annalee’s was the most — [lip quiver] — human.
Hokey religions and ancient silverware are no match for a good spork.
If you’re a Cleveland Browns fan, the two worst days of your life might be:
It's pi to a million places: seemingly close but barely scratching the surface.
Thank you, Annalee, for one of my favorite sites to visit on these here Interwebs. If for no other reason, “Ask A Physicist” and pretty much anything written by Esther made stopping here worth it. Godspeed!
Don’t feel bad, Patriot fans. My team’s undefeated season ended in week 1.
Couldn’t we just send them to a farm upstate where they can run and play with other retired athletes?
Vince Lombardi’s sex advice was always a bit more... blunt: