
I became a bullfighter last night. My first bout only lasted about 30 seconds before I was gored in the side and had to retire. They carried my body from the field with ribbons of honor.
It was a good run while it lasted.
A quantum superposition of classical coherent states with small amplitudes. Duh.
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Since when did they start making online bullfighting games? That's pretty cool. The picture is very cool.
*sarcasm in use for first sentence.
Dude, you are now my hero. We should run with the bulls!
Or maybe we could watch that on TV, you know, with some nachos.
OLE!
we can't have nachos - they're the state snack food of Arizona.
DAMMIT!
If you tell me that I can only have nachos if I'm in Arizona, you and I are going to come to blows.
I don't like Arizona.
My friend said I look like Joey Lawrence in this photo. I think I'm offended.
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