"no homo" I whisper as I look at my garden of pea plants. The progeny had expressed a 1:2:1 ratio of phenotypes. I am Gregor Mendel.
can you imagine how fucking relieved the french must have been when we reached the year 2000?
they went from having to say “mille neuf cents quatre-vingt-neuf” to just having to say “deux mille” to say the year
white people truly say the weirdest shit trying to be romantic on here “i want to taste the name of your hair on my lips in my cigarette while drinking your backwash” *50 thousand notes*