I trust you all had a happy Pi Day. At 3-14, 1:59 this morning Joyce asked, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
I of course replied, "I need to go pi."
I of course replied, "I need to go pi."
The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
1 comment:
shows you how mathy I am. I thought you were telling me to celebrate PIE! I was all for that
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