*During a solubility chem lab, grinding up sucrose*
Katie: give me the pistol and mortar
me: you mean pestle and mortar?
katie: whatever*stress the ver part*
me: yeah, you can use it to grind your own wheat
*misunderstands and says:
katie: why would you want to grow your own weed?
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later, her lab partner says something about the thermometer.
katie: shut up. stop bitching about everything.
haha. what a nice girl.
he wouldn't let the visitors leave the Garden of Eden
So he'd run in front of cars, and refuse to budge..
Katie: give me the pistol and mortar
me: you mean pestle and mortar?
katie: whatever*stress the ver part*
me: yeah, you can use it to grind your own wheat
*misunderstands and says:
katie: why would you want to grow your own weed?
---
later, her lab partner says something about the thermometer.
katie: shut up. stop bitching about everything.
haha. what a nice girl.
he wouldn't let the visitors leave the Garden of EdenSo he'd run in front of cars, and refuse to budge..
3 comments:
ahahahah
I felt so indigenous grinding that cube of azúcar for the lab. It reminded me of the time you gave me the idea to grind my sweet tarts candy, except I didn't have a mortar and pestle...my attempt to get pixie dust failed.
Since I am unable to comment on the most recent post:
I lahv that pattern! ...it reminds me of the time I visited Morocco.
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