Estoy muy loco
It seems I've gone off the deep end. I just got back from taking a walk outside, only it wasn't actually a walk. It was a jog. Note that I was not bribed, blackmailed, threatened, coerced, manipulated, or brainwashed. I was not sleepwalking, drunk, or possessed by the devil. I actually did it on purpose.
It was postulated in high school that my intelligence as a function of time, I(t), was accurately modeled by a simple inverse relationship of the form
I(t) = -A * t
where A > 0 and A [=] IQ Points / Year. It follows from the above equation that my mental decline is inevitable, but I didn't realize that A had such a large value. I fear that I'll soon be able to do little else besides scooting around in a motorized wheelchair, yelling "Bennay!"
1 comment:
Whoa! I know your math nerd Drew but a little too much thought was put into that.
But the whole theory is that Ben's loss in intelligence has to do with his Beer drinking? I'm told that has slowed somewhat since college, is there a delayed reaction to the beer? Or does it have more of an effect with the older age....ok enough of that
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