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[at least i can write an essay]

a conversation i had today with a boy i just met at the hospital.

boy:: are you okay?
non-boy:: you don't want to know.
boy:: why not? i do want to know. you don't feel like you're feeling well.
non-boy:: i vomitted in the shower this morning...
boy:: ... well at least there weren't any mess to clean up afterwards.

ahh, i always knew why boys are better at maths and science. but this proves that they have the logic and sensibility to make the world goes round.

February 29, 2004 - 4:53 am

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