I Am Become MAD SCIENCE, Destroyer of Worlds
Take that, Mr. (Oh, excuse me, Dr.) I'm-an-ex-Professor-so-I-don't-need-to-wear-a-tie-to-the-interview, and all your friends, the Better-Qualified-Than-You Bunch! Were you chosen to be a Mad Scientist? No. No, you were not. Because you didn't wear your lucky rocketship underpants!
I think I have revealed too much. To the Science Cave!
I have a job! Hee hee hee! Suckers!
2 comments:
Odious- How does the warrior come to grips with Kant's "categorical imperative”? Is it similar to choking on ones own medicine? Please explain within the frame work of the martial...
Best Always,
C. Markle
space.monkeys@verizon.net
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