שלום אני מורה ועובדת בניו

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was a tattoo that the drunk, one her way to being lame college chick had on the small of her back, but for right now it seemed like the

best decision she would ever make in her life. Of course, since she was drunk, she immediately made an even better decision:

She searched her Catholic neighbor's flowerbed for Easter eggs. "Oh boy, this one has Whopper malt balls!" she exclaimed. "Does 'malt' mean 'malt liquor'?"

"That depends" he answered. "Does 'balls' mean balls?" After two and three-quarters King Cobra 40s and a quick power nap they

met with other aging reptiles to inquire as to the nature of these "balls". Not a komodo at his 50th birthday nor a 30-something frilled lizard knew what we meant by our inquiries.

We began to doubt that the reptilian brain could comprehend spherical symmetry. Perhaps their prostrate belly dragging existence prevented it? But a young Draco volans cocked his

stood back, grabbed his beloved pencil and drew the shape effortlessly. The crowd went mad. Finally, they had found the Chosen One. Finally their planet had a new Geometry Master.

But little did they know, the entire time, the new Geometry Master had an angle which encompassed much more than they desired. It was all quite problematic & carefully calculated.