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!
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.
We’re finally getting to the root of the problem.
The tin foil isn’t protecting her from the mind control chemicals in all that makeup.
All but one PTC are donors.
He was a grown man! He had a beard!
I know! But I like the baby Jesus the best!
Dirtnapbrian 1 through 36 were taken
It’s easy as 123, ABC, you and me, in the GMC, girl!
“I said no olive juice… I don’t like it (gulp) dirty.”