We know how this will turn out, don't we? Pepe, bring the cat litter, OK?
Monday, January 26, 2009
Another Yassin Wheelchair for Charity
We know how this will turn out, don't we? Pepe, bring the cat litter, OK?
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This is funny. In the movie, Matt Damon plays the MIT janitor who solves some random combinatorics conjecture -- right? I bet Matt can't tell combinations from permutations. Anyone willing to take the bet? I'll wager a bottle of Louis Rod. Brut.
I liked the "Damon, who briefly attended Harvard..." as if that will give him a chance against a pro like Kristol.
Oh wait. You agree with that, right Tecs? Or did Kristol go to an Ivy and you're afraid of some of your shibboleths colliding?
Powww!
Ouchhh!!! That hurts like crazy. Boy, your uppercuts are getting vicious. Like, wet noodles. Try harder, Mr. Rot-Weiller.
PS: You should ask AA about my uppercut. I practice it in Harvard Square coffee houses.
Across the street from the Women's Studies Dept, I bet.
Powww!
Mr. Rot, Arsemaven, Herr Tecumseh left a coffee shop crew of Harvard Boyz stunned and reeling, with their manager only daring a quick peek before deciding not to join the carnage. It was a thing of beauty, that "never saw it coming" uppercut that knocked 'em out. Of course, d'em Harvard Boyz ain't as tough as Matt "Good Willy Huntin'" Damon and his ersatz MIT crew.
Tecumseh, only Le Pew might be so fool as to bet on Damon's grasp of combinations and permutations. Unless he could have a live Demo with the Olsen Twins.
Could we get the full story, please? Was it about like you and me at Kaldi's railing against our century?
Dem Harvard Boyz are pussies. They are only accustomed to aristos girls from Radcliffe, or, a la rigueur, a Mr. Rot. Not Die Grosse Dicke Bertha.
What is Kaldi's? One of those terraces in Nawlins, selling overpriced "Hurricanes", full of cheap gin and Red No. 5?
Did Tecs tell them to quit playing with their dickies in the sand?
Actually, Tecumseh, it was a damn fine coffeeshop. And the locals would have taken a few more uppercuts and jab combinations [even permutations] before staggering down for the count.
But no, Mr. Arsemaven Die Rotter, it was not quite like Kaldi's. Both more swift, and more immediately terrifying to the local lightweight pugilistos.
So wtf happened?
Hmmm. I think I should let Tecumseh speak for himself. Grant didn't steal Sherman's thunder in recounting the joys of bashing Georgia, and I shall not be so uncouth as to do other than what Ulysses hisself woulda done.
OK, post dedicated.
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