Case of the Mondays
Not really, but it was an interesting day...
I took a test this morning. Specifically, a physiology test. More specifically, a physiology test on the cardiovascular system. Not that bad, but tests are never fun. One weird thing about the test was that it had 24 questions. Who does that? You're that close to 25, just go for it. You can even give me an impossible question like "Which answer are you not choosing?" - I just need that good number. Instead of having a nice, even 4% per question we've got a horrible, disgusting 4.166666666666666667% per question. Freaks...
I was hoping for an essay test anyway. For example:
When I was done with my test, I walked back to my car to get my genetics notes. On the way, I saw two dogs just wandering around together. A big one (maybe an Anatolian Shepherd) and a small one (maybe a Bull Terrier). The first thing I thought was that they were a couple of hooligans: the small one one is the brains and he bosses around the big dumb one. Then I thought that it was more like in Casino: the big one was a gentle(ish), Robert De Niro hoodlum with an angry Joe Pesci sidekick. The last thing I thought was, "Man, I'm weird." Then the dogs bit me.
The nest event of the day was an ethics discussion for genetics. At one point I played devil's advocate and argued in favor of insurance companies. I'm not sure where I actually stand on the issue, though. Honestly, they're just businesses trying to make money. You could say they're doing us a favor, and they're a scapegoat. Except HMOs. They're the Devil.
On to the final part of this entry:
THE DISGUSTING DISCOVERY DU DAY
Walking from my car to the house, I happened to look down at spot this little gem:
That's right folks, an empty condom wrapper right in our very own driveway. Dis-gusting. But not only is it a condom wrapper, it's a chocolate flavored condom wrapper (that's a wrapper for a chocolate flavored condom, not a condom wrapper flavored like chocolate). It's delicious and nutritious.
I can't say that I'm surprised, though. I've been expecting this for weeks. Every time I look down and see something shiny, I imagine/hope it to be a condom wrapper. It's usually just a 3 Musketeers or Hershey bar. But I finally hit the latex jackpot. This is the best of both worlds. And it also probably means D-Rock's mom was working Dodge Blvd recently. At least she's finally wearing them...
In case you were wondering, there was no flavor left in the wrapper.
I took a test this morning. Specifically, a physiology test. More specifically, a physiology test on the cardiovascular system. Not that bad, but tests are never fun. One weird thing about the test was that it had 24 questions. Who does that? You're that close to 25, just go for it. You can even give me an impossible question like "Which answer are you not choosing?" - I just need that good number. Instead of having a nice, even 4% per question we've got a horrible, disgusting 4.166666666666666667% per question. Freaks...
I was hoping for an essay test anyway. For example:
In 3-4 pages (single spaced) explain why you're glad you have blood."
When I was done with my test, I walked back to my car to get my genetics notes. On the way, I saw two dogs just wandering around together. A big one (maybe an Anatolian Shepherd) and a small one (maybe a Bull Terrier). The first thing I thought was that they were a couple of hooligans: the small one one is the brains and he bosses around the big dumb one. Then I thought that it was more like in Casino: the big one was a gentle(ish), Robert De Niro hoodlum with an angry Joe Pesci sidekick. The last thing I thought was, "Man, I'm weird." Then the dogs bit me.
The nest event of the day was an ethics discussion for genetics. At one point I played devil's advocate and argued in favor of insurance companies. I'm not sure where I actually stand on the issue, though. Honestly, they're just businesses trying to make money. You could say they're doing us a favor, and they're a scapegoat. Except HMOs. They're the Devil.
On to the final part of this entry:
THE DISGUSTING DISCOVERY DU DAY
Walking from my car to the house, I happened to look down at spot this little gem:
That's right folks, an empty condom wrapper right in our very own driveway. Dis-gusting. But not only is it a condom wrapper, it's a chocolate flavored condom wrapper (that's a wrapper for a chocolate flavored condom, not a condom wrapper flavored like chocolate). It's delicious and nutritious.
I can't say that I'm surprised, though. I've been expecting this for weeks. Every time I look down and see something shiny, I imagine/hope it to be a condom wrapper. It's usually just a 3 Musketeers or Hershey bar. But I finally hit the latex jackpot. This is the best of both worlds. And it also probably means D-Rock's mom was working Dodge Blvd recently. At least she's finally wearing them...
In case you were wondering, there was no flavor left in the wrapper.
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