It was six of one and half a dozen of another,

It was six of one and half a dozen of another, two and a half fifths of another and thirty one sixty fourths of the

rest. Meetings of the Morally Equivalent Majority were long affairs and were generally inconclusive. But there was one time we'll never forget. That night, James

Watson showed up and lectured us that we should do the human race a favor and keep our DNA out of the gene pool. Jim was never one to beat around the bush. The moral majority Pres.

decided that he wanted to spray his DNA all over the gene pool. He decided to work late on the weekend while a certain pleasantly plump intern who fell for Jedi mind tricks

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