Hey, Mother, would you would be so kind as to shoot me an e-mail with my GRE scores in it; I need 'em (official-like, as opposed to the in-my-head "Two seven-somethings and probably a good writing score") for grad school applications... which is silly, I think, as I'm not applying anywhere which hasn't already received my GRE scores straight from the source's mouth, or whatever, but the apple-cation won't let me continue until I have SOMETHING to put in those boxes, and as tempted as I am to just write "check the damn scores you've already been sent, Chompies", I am no fool (or more aptly, I am the capital-F Fool, as in a joker, trickster, or jester-hat-wearing silly nubbins walking in Loki's shadow, and not the more bas sort of fool, as in a dude who one would not trust to make soup unsupervised).
Are you sure we can trust you to make soup, sir?
ReplyDeleteSoup can be...complicated.
Seriously man.
ReplyDeleteThe seasoning is what kills you.