It occurs to me briefly that this guy could be my wife, but I dismiss the thought, as her bike doesn't have the fat tires that his does.

I'm a mathematician. The days that I need to prepare a solution of Acryloyl Chloride are few and far between.

"Gimmel me once, shame on you, gimmel me twice, twice as nice!"

"There are all sorts of things to do." I say. "There's washing dishes, taking out the garbage, laundry, sweeping the kitchen."

We are at the kitchen table eating dinner. As children do, Lisa has dropped some small bit of food onto the table by her plate. As parents do, I absent mindedly pick it up, and to deal with

The ululation has broken my concentration. "Ululate this!" I think to the smug insects. Then realising what they are ululating, "It's too damned hot."

There are some inconsistencies in my theory though. Perhaps I have not properly codified my family's misconceptions regarding the fridge. They do not fully explain my family's behaviours.

Oh! But why do you have to spend 7000 won per pencil, you can get shit pencils for 750 won each.