It was a work of friction.
Pupil: To keep vampires off the Internet Teacher: But there aren't any vampires on the Internet Pupil: See It works doesn't it
He came to work baked.
Me: I wrote what I knew, I copied what I didn't knew.
You can't make a paper aeroplane out of an elephant !
Because it wouldn't commute!
Because the quark had a strange flavour
There was too much friction.
He wanted to be published on Pork Avenue.
Damn, son. It's about time!
