F=MA
I played tennis during High school in Washington. I was ok- not that great, but I eventually became the captain of the team. My final year we had an exchange student named Chris Geiger, and man was he awesome. He would throw out these Not-Quite-Americanisms that we’d laugh at all day long, and still say a few to this day.
He used to say “Brother F-Bomb” because he didn’t want to swear at first, but the brother part? by the end of the year this kid was so foul we gave him something called the Dirty Minute, where he could just go off and rant all for a minute and we wouldn’t bat an eye.
His other one was “Fuck my knee” for some strange, twisted reason. This comes from “Fuck my ass” who’s origin escapes me right now, but when ever I heard FMA I thought of this.
Now i think of something else, no- not Force = mass x Acceleration, how lame. Mostly how i will be attending my second physics party. SECOND! I had planned on not going to this one, they last one wasn’t all bad- but that had little to nothing to do with physics or the people there.
This is taking one for the team.
“Sometimes it seems like we’re living in a prison & the crime is how much we hate ourselves.”