You think the cob is your ally? You merely adopted the cob. I was born in the cob… molded by it. I didn’t see corn OFF the cob until I was a grown man. And by then…it was nothing to me, but FREEAZING!
The cob betrays you!
This is perfect, because it sounds like the toddler that he is.
Why not both?
That theory might work if the data point labels didn’t directly correspond with the Y axis labels.
My wife likes to talk while she’s making love. Last night, she called me up from the Holiday Inn.
This is why I pause after someone says “What?”
Then they look at me puzzled when I don’t repeat it.
They rounded up to the nearest 90.
The tin foil isn’t protecting her from the mind control chemicals in all that makeup.
“I said no olive juice… I don’t like it (gulp) dirty.”