<LittleBunny32> notice air is last
<RenaissanceGamer> i never did like people on this that took it THAT literatly
<RenaissanceGamer> because food would have to be up there too
<RenaissanceGamer> and shelter
<LittleBunny32> haha I'd put like oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, phosphorus, sodium, potassium
<RenaissanceGamer> i have always been partial to those six myself
<kizman> *
<kizman> but your ugly
<SnakesAnd> I must be
<SnakesAnd> that's the only thing I can think of
[remROM] I said "gbless you" and she said "thanks". Then she sneezed again and I blessed her. THen she blew her nose. Then sneezed again. Then a guy came by and she left with him. Then 2 days later i had the flu.
[remROM] I guess i could brag that she gave me a disease.
[remROM] and oraly transmitted disease at that.
<skolex> sweet jesus
<Cyber_Akuma_Zero> I am not a stalker
<Cyber_Akuma_Zero> btw, you're out of milk
<knobboy> Having to learn all this crap about wave and frequency is killing me
<knobboy> Some might even say it Mhz
<Kriss> That, or Kriss Kross..
<Oceandream9> Yeah, there's cuddly, but that's more of an adjective. I want the actual yearning to cuddle to become a word.
<Oceandream9> Can anybody think of one?
<Combat_taco> cundry
<Thunder_cunt> Cuddlesome?
<Unpleasantries> snugglish
<Sm0t> FEMALE
<dessman> am i the only one who sees the link?
<m0nd0m> you believe you're going to be a great scientist?
NightEyes: One moment
NightEyes: 68.35.199.208
TRAICOVN: ummmm
TRAICOVN: no, your real address....
TRAICOVN: like, where you live.
NightEyes: That is my real IP address!
TRAICOVN: 911 address.
NightEyes: I don't have local phone service
TRAICOVN: right.
TRAICOVN: but you have a house
TRAICOVN: that you live in
NightEyes: Oh, where I live?
TRAICOVN: if the RIAA subpoenaed you, what would be the address they would arrive at.
TRAICOVN: Right.
<weht> and this dude calls in and is like 'they are all birds' and they say 'yay you win you get this gay prize'
<weht> and i called in and said 'um, how long have 5 golden rings been birds?' and they said 'oh shit, we screwed that up'
<GreenPenInc> the same way i was doing all the other problems, by banging my head against the desk and weeping softly
<bob> :D
<Gargoyle> Its like the matrix.
<Gargoyle> You can't be told what it is.
<Gargoyle> You have to take the blue pill and experience it for yourself.
<Gargoyle> preferably take 2 or 3 blue pills actually
<mike6789> Well I tickle mine, that turns mine on ;-)
...
<ben in da hood> It still isnt on.
<lop12>lmfao
<skippy> I don't care if it rains or freezes,I still got my plastic Jesus.....
<skippy> He don't slip and he don't slide...mainly cuase he's magnetized.....
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To prove once and for all that math can be fun, we
present: Wherein it is related how that paragon of womanly
virtue, young Polly Nomial (our heroine) is accosted by that
notorious villain Curly Pi, and factored (oh horror!!!)
Once upon a time (1/t) pretty little Polly Nomial was
strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the boundary
of a singularly large matrix. Now Polly was convergent, and her
mother had made it an absolute condition that she must never
enter such an array without her brackets on. Polly, however,
who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling
particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the basis
that it was insufficient and made her way in amongst the complex
elements. Rows and columns closed in on her from all sides.
Tangents approached her surface. She became tensor and tensor.
Quite suddendly two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a
single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of
directrix, and went completely divergent. As she tripped over a
square root that was protruding from the erf and plunged
headlong down a steep gradient. When she rounded off once more,
she found herself inverted, apparently alone, in a non-Euclidean
space.
She was being watched, however. That smooth operator,
Curly Pi, was lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her
curvilinear coordinates, a singular expression crossed his face.
He wondered, "Was she still convergent?" He decided to
integrate properly at once.
Hearing a common fraction behind her, Polly rotated and
saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated.
She could see at once by his degenerate conic and dissipative
that he was bent on no good.
"Arcsinh," she gasped.
"Ho, ho," he said, "What a symmetric little asymptote
you have I can see you angles have lots of secs."
"Oh sir," she protested, "keep away from me I haven't
got my brackets on."
"Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator, "your
fears are purely imaginary."
"I, I," she thought, "perhaps he's not normal but
homologous."
"What order are you?" the brute demanded.
"Seventeen," replied Polly.
Curly leered "I suppose you've never been operated on."
"Of course not," Polly replied quite properly, "I'm
absolutely convergent."
"Come, come," said Curly, "let's off to a decimal place
I know and I'll take you to the limit."
"Never," gasped Polly.
"Abscissa," he swore, using the vilest oath he knew.
His patience was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a
log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities.
He stared at her significant places, and began smoothing out her
points of inflection. Poor Polly. The algorithmic method was
now her only hope. She felt his digits tending to her asymptotic
limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever.
There was no mercy, for Curly was a heavyside operator.
Curly's radius squared itself; Polly's loci quivered. He
integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. After
he cofactored, he performed runge - kutta on her. The complex
beast even went all the way around and did a contour
integration. What an indignity - to be multiply connected on
her first integration. Curly went on operating until he
completely satisfied her hypothesis, then he exponentiated and
became completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that
she was no longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated
in several places But it was to late to differentiate now. As
the months went by, Polly's denominator increased monotonically.
Finally she went to L'Hopital and generated a small but
pathological function which left surds all over the place and
drove Polly to deviation.
The moral of our sad story is this: "If you want to
keep your expressions convergent, never allow them a single
degree of freedom."
<Zeon> wed be like.. stephen hawking
<Zeon> merge our combined genius;s
<Street_Prophet> yeah, you'd contribute the retard in a wheelchair part
Kono: what?
Phanth:A Nun with a spear through her head
Dev: LOL
Kono: ROFL