There is one thing I'd like to bitch and moan about though. Why do people have to stare at me thinking I'm a weird ass for standing in the subway station or walking down the street rudely humming classics? Do they think they're to good or mature to hum Mario? I know they know the song. I know they want to hum it. You damn people. Listen to me. Do what I say. NOW. Do you fuckers think you're better than me? And whats with that shirt? Why am I asking YOU all these questions? What truely is love? If jimmy had 5 apples and gave the square root of 4 apples to sonja who previosly had 6 apples left over from the 1/2 of the original apples she gave to tommy who now has the amount of apples equal to pi to the fourth power divided by two and then gave 3 to the second power apples to jimmy, how many apples does each child have? The answers to these questions and more in the next post!