That's right, I said (or typed) hizzy, and I'm whiter than a saltine. It all goes back to the time that I was picking cotton in this big field, and I was thinking how my ancestors didn't have to do anything like this, they had this wonderful machine named Toby that picked it all for them. Too bad we can't invent the cotton gin again, they were nice when they were around. Anyway, I'm rambling, and it occurs to me that I need to go eat before I get to class. Oh, and by the way, PHYSICS SUCKS.... That's right, Paul! It inhales vigorously. Now, this capitalist needs to go eat a spicy chicken sandwich. Remember, no loafing, and no two people are not on fire.
Jeff C.
