Chickens are pathologically honest.
Liar, only laying chickens never lie.
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Chickens are pathologically honest.
Liar, only laying chickens never lie.
the lie/lay distinction
Ah. The classics.
Remember the BtVS ep where Giles is asking Cordy to lay down? ... t'was lost in translation, here.
Also, most people who watched the first round when BtVS aired here thinks the Master's name is Rose. Because of "the master rose" sentence.
I had a long day. I don't think I'll be ever able to ask things right at uni. People just don't get me.
My heart appears to have gone out of rhythm. I hate it when it does that.
Oh, ick, Gud. Really?
Mildly relatedly, I'm correcting patient notes dictated by clarity-challenged residents and fellows, one of whom just stated that a particular woman's "clinical history, symptoms, and EKG demonstrate no underlying rhythm." Really? None at all? Are you sure she isn't a zombie?
Gud, have you recently had a lot of caffeine?
EKG demonstrate no underlying rhythm.
EKGs can tell if you can't dance?
Oh, ick, Gud. Really?
I've got atrial fibrillation. It happens from time to time.
Everybody lies.
Everybody hurts.
Sometimes.
Gud, does it hurt?
Not exactly, it's mostly annoying and it can give me a headache. Seems like things have converted back to normal now.
Do you have to do anything to manage it, or just be all watchful to make sure it doesn't get out of hand?
t /nosy
Hope the normality continues, in any case.
I forgot to eat lunch and am having trouble figuring out how to fix that. All possible solutions seem to require outside pants.
Do you have to do anything to manage it, or just be all watchful to make sure it doesn't get out of hand?
I have medicine that reduces electrical activity and keeps things in check most of the time.