The Ballad of the Inept Geneticist
I am the Inept Geneticist So send to me your best spitting And for you I’ll manufacture A heritage more befitting
I am the Inept Geneticist So send to me your best spitting And for you I’ll manufacture A heritage more befitting
8:00 p.m. --- Lunchtime! Wait, since when was it 8 p.m.? Have you not eaten anything today? Don’t panic. There’s a sleeve of Oreos on the table.
Are you the kind of person who carries a casket with a skip in their step? Have you shown enthusiasm for embalming roadkill since a young age?
Take the shirt from the bottom of your laundry pile and sniff the underarms. Deem the shirt "not that smelly" and pull it over your head.
We also don't have a retirement plan because the majority of our employees only stay with us for 2-3 hours.
But if Mr Zuckerberg thinks that now I will finally bring him that Tickle Me Elmo, he is wrong. He was a bad boy then and he's an even badder boy now.
10:00 A.M: A phone call! Could it be an inteview? No, just those Mormon missionaries you gave your number to during that “Who am I” phase in college.
I have reduced stress by limiting my mental breakdown to three times a week. You would never guess that I've stress vomited in every campus bathroom!
I’m not quite sure how to begin but I know too well how it ends: with tendrily monsters eating your loved ones.
It takes less than five seconds to read the average text message, while it takes more than 13 hours to listen to the average voicemail.
There is no better example of multitasking than being able to eat flat pasta, ground beef, tomato sauce, and three types of cheeses all in one dish.
Firstly, the phrase, “I know all the words to 'Space Oddity'” is not the best way to start off an application to NASA.