Today the study will conclude, and the evidence will be
clear.
“Huh,” you’ll mumble to your co-author. “I guess it’s true.”
She’ll chortle and flip back her long, flaxen locks before
slapping you on the back of her hand.
“Oh, you silly goose. It’s just natural. Let’s go find some boys!”
You’ll open your mouth to tell her that you aren’t
interested in men, but before you can speak she’ll have already waltzed away on
her tippy-toes. As you watch the door
close behind her as she wanders off to no doubt participate in some sort of
glib celebration of her own self-centered bullshit you’ll feel a twinge of
regret at having helped her collect this data and construct this paper.
You’ll also want to murder her with a hammer, which is
another thing people often want to do to blondes.
Congratulations on Proving that Blondes Have More Fun!
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