3 times 3 is 9. 4 times 12 is 48. These are the facts of life, and they got me down. I got the times tables blues somethin' awful, and the only respite for the pain in my heart-organ is a tall glass of mineral water. Why, there's one now!
I get in a taxy. "Follow that glass of mineral water!"
"The tall one?" asks the taxy driver.
"No, the short one." I sarcastically reply, rolling my eyes like dice in a cup. But the taxy driver doesn't catch my sarcasm and he follows the wrong glass of mineral water. Therefore the times tables blues haunt me forever. DAM THAT TAXY!
Friday, November 16, 2007
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