Dude (i.e. guy on billboard), you’ll need a practical working knowledge of hydraulics and fluid dynamics. Kinetic energy in action! Inertial frames of reference coming into physical contact with each other with given values of momentum (mass x velocity). Etc. Get out there and fuck.
Billy Squier knows his music is all right. He knows because he’s got razor sharp hooks, air-tight choruses, and the “Big Beat.” Though his former band Piper wasn’t the next Kiss (both were managed by Bill Aucoin), Squier plays with the big boys right out of the gate on his first solo; Tale of the Tape deftly welds heavy licks to hard funk on a level with world-dominators Queen. Both beatboxes and muscle cars blasted “You Should Be High, Love” and “Big Beat.” But the artist’s gentle melodic touch always surprises. Underneath the suburban Zep sludge pops street Raspberries bubblegum. Squier doesn’t fake sympathy for the working class; he wants to be rich and he wants young girls. On Tale of the Tape and its near-perfect follow-up, Don’t Say No, he knows what he wants and he knows how to get it.
Please say no. I couldn’t make that shit up. The Poorman doesn’t fake sympathy for the Working Class; he wants to be rich and he wants young girls.
As a recovering engineer myself, I can say that the the whole sex vs. be an engineer thing is not an either or proposition – engineering students are just as horny as any other college age horndogs, we just were studying all the time so there really wasn’t much time left to convince someone else we were human enough to snog. Assuming we were.
Admittedly the “some choose abstinence, some have abstinence thrust upon them” thing plays no small part, either.
The color scheme is kind of ‘Jamaican’ dontcha think? Cuz everybody knows the Jamaican engineers with their slow, cool, take-your-time, laid back Reggae style are the best sex dudes on the planet. Yeah!
Baby….mmmm I’m mona integrate all around your contour first. Slow and easy…
Uh-huh….then I’m mona find your Rezi-dew, and get it all together, uh-huh, and then I mona multiply..by two times pie-eye…baby.
That billboard exists in a state of both cognitive dissonance and rampant stupidity. It is neither one nor the other, nor can it be, unless observed by Diebold. To say otherwise is to open the box and look at the cat (or vote Democrat, same thing really, just ask “unca karl”).
You could state that it is both at once, but that would be a limited and agnostic view; in fact, it is a sum over all political paths. The billboard must exist in an inclusively binary position in which it is both abstinent and bootylicious, else all Rheinmanian geometry would collapse unto a Lindsy Lohan singularity.
One other thing: It was Paul McCartney who wrote “Helter Skelter”, not John Lennon.
So, pretty much, that proves that gravity is nothing more than the imprint of mass in 3-space within a 4-space bubble; and not some st00pit 11-dimensional fantasy-land as rightardian physicists (looking at YOU, Newt) would have us believe.
essentially that is a null set, or infinite set. I do not have the mathematical tools to define the difference between those sets. Essentially, I can’t figure how to get calculator.exe to swith to complex graphic mode. Have you an earl that can direct me to a Windoze specific app?
@ 23. Does it as an ancillaray proof demonstrate the properties of specific gravity? My meth lab COULD be more effecient.
So far, I have figured out how to put blueberries into vodka (triple distilled from potatoes) to make my home-brew purple drank.
I’m not seeing the visions, but it do taste good, and I wake up severely impared for the bidness day.
I’m a grip and sip, (homemade) purple drank.
Lagavullin pints turn the resultant decoction brown, and it tastes horrible. I also filter out the bluberry crystals with coffee filters, and decant the substrate with battery acid. And discard the residue (I’m GREEN dammit). I reccomend Luksusowa for all home-made infusions…
did I mention that I am drunk?
As a distillate this biochemical engineer has found Lagavullin to be an inferior solvent when compared with Luksusowa.
And as a social person, this homebrew technician (pre-med) engineer, finds the many fields of engineering to be misrepresented in this bill-board. What type of engineering is this advert reefering to? Structrual? Electrical? Railroad? (okay they get play from time to time) BioChem? (they do too, but it’s cheating, because we all know they only make sex-drugs) Mechanical? (sex abounds for the mechanic) Shall I continue?
Don’t be talking bout no Shakira’s ass now– that is worship word, Yang worship!
And really…there’s only one and a half dimensions, r and it’s imaginary component (an adelic component, actually) ct. Everything else is just “gauge”.
In more Jamaican news: maybe Barack can appear with Usain Bolt, sort of 1-2 jolt, do the faux Jamaican patois thing and kind of get into a groove: Maybe call it Hussein and Usain. “De elite runnah of the world, mon, here dey come, you betta watchout, cha. Usain and Husain gonna rock steady all night, mon…”