Billy: Wow Jimmy, it is so hot today. That was some spicy curry we had last night... Jimmy: did you just fart? Billy: oops I think I just sharted. Jimmy: shweat!
Also possibly one of the best songs ever, written by Ween.
The sky dripped in a demon sweat the night she left
Wrapped up in a blanket and I'm feelin' wet They said she flew from the goals in her life
Then she wet like blood from a knife
I'm here, and it's all so clear now
The wind flows and it's blowing cold, and I'm still here
Gripping onto what's not around
Now it's all so clear to me now
Now I know, sometimes I try a bit too hard
And I can't let go of you
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.