A stupid, overcomplicated, and outrageous way of classifying whether my toe is different than somebody else’s or the tree I my backyard. Also known as making students spent countless hours on end researching at home and struggling to understand how a giraffe is different than a godforsaken potato plant.
My taxonomy class caused a Mexican food crap to fire itself onto my ass like a torpedo even though I didn’t eat any Mexican food.
As tax-filing season arrives upon the US, every year delivers the same surprising fact that, indeed, this includes you too.
“The filing deadline’s tomorrow. Did you do yours? Cuz you look too chill.”
“Yes! I paid someone to do them. The taxonomy mnemonic you suggested (TAX-OH NO!-ME!) helped me remember.”
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle bitermay be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"