15 mines? Rookie numbers.

When I was an intern, I had a boss that made me calculate the volume of a large, round, but oddly shaped tank with calculus. Insisted I used calculus for some reason.

Oh, the one where the wife finds it is such a good one. With crazy updates. But that’s not the story. It’s the one where the guy parks the jar in the rear. But when the pressure is too much for the jar to bear, it implodes. The man must then handle the gruesome task of removing the shards.

Hell yeah. My home value has gone up 50% since I bought it. Got tons of equity waiting for a big house outside of the city to get cheaper. Let’s paint the countryside blue.

I still have my copy. I cannot believe that song is like, 18 years old now. It was such a staple of my college experience.

Meanwhile, I can get a cold 16oz RC cola at the dollar store.

“Hey, I need you all to calm down. I’m laying these as fast as I can.”

How about we tell the cheeto that the first person to touch the wreck of the Titanic gets dibs over all the priceless bottles of champagne, and the secret gold. Plus, international bragging rights. But you have to physically touch it to count, per maritime law. That’s why James Cameron and Oceangate were trying to get down there.

Tell him Elon can probably build him a sub he can stick his arm out of. And once it’s claimed, it’s possible to raise and restore it, and he can rename it the Trumptanic. The largest and most luxurious liner in the world. Imagine how it would look pulling into harbor in North Korea.

To be fair, geometry is way easier than understanding your weird human emotions, like this “love” you speak of.

We used to have huge crowds, I’ve been there. I’ve campaigned with them. Huge crowds. We filled the National Mall. Millions of people. You should have seen them. I’ve spoken to them. Now, they’re all gone. Where are they, I don’t know. They were huge. Now they’re so small. You should see them now. Wow. What a small crowd.