Calling drug dealers is the most awkward thing ever. I wish I was back in high school when I could just ask my friend at lunch to ask her boyfriend to meet us after school with a couple of dubs.
You know when you feel like you're going to fart, but then you think "Wait... that could be poop" and then you take a chance and let it out and, to your relief, it was a fart? I just had that happen, except it wasn't a fart.
This famous paradox becomes much simpler and less paradoxical if you just judge the velocity of each object by relating them to different points in space.
My hairclips have a habit of breaking. I wear sunscreen on my left arm to try and even out my driving tan. I'm learning Persian, though I am of Northern/Eastern European descent.