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Things I Don't Quite Understand

1. This name and epitaph on a headstone in the cemetery:
Ouisville Earlington Sears

Men on earth have done their best
Angels in heaven can't do better
First off, the name!!!!! WOW.
And that epitaph...is it a quote from something famous, or just a weirdly nonsensical platitude??



2. This conversation with C:

C: So if I had a really long nose, I could breathe underwater, right? Like at the zoo.
me: Yes. Do you remember what that animal was called?
C: Um, I forget.
me: A tapir.
C: Oh yeah.
(ten minutes later)
C: Mumble mumble, I could breathe underwater, right?
me: Pardon me?
C: So if I had a really long dinky, I could breathe underwater, right?
me: No. Only a long nose.
C: Or mouth.
me: I guess so, but I don't know if any animals have really long mouths.

Actually, pretty sure this stemmed from a memory of our initial visit to the tapir, which happened right after we saw the rhino.




(Other things I don't get include the proper spelling of Qaddafi, the reason blue cheese exists, and who has the clearest insight into my heart.)
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  1. Laura12:16 AM

    Blue cheese exists because it's pure, moldy awesomeness and tastes unbelievable with pears and walnuts.

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  2. Anonymous8:16 AM

    I think anteaters have really long mouths.

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  3. Nadine11:43 AM

    I second Laura's cheese explanation. (See also: Cobb salad.)

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  4. Katie V.12:10 PM

    I third Laura's blue cheese ode. Perhaps i'll bring some smoked blue to Jill's partay. Drool.

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  5. Ariana1:23 PM

    I'm with you, Beth. Blue cheese is the worst. It takes like I imagine laundry detergent would.

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