Partying it up with dirty magnetic poetry.

Fancies

HE: You walked in and dropped your panties within 60 seconds of entering my apartment.

ME: Damn. Really? I usually take at least 5 minutes to comment on the decor first.

HE: No, seriously, you were slipping them off AS you commented on the decor.

You can’t deny that Siri has an interesting sense of humor.

For Little Things

I was going through my file cabinet and found this little leaf tucked away in a folder from high school. Three of us wrote this after a day in Honors Biology:

“The Protein Song”
Sung to the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”

Fibrillin, the wacked-out protein,
Had a mutated code,
And if the lymphocytes saw it,
They would’ve engulfed it whole.

All of the other proteins
Used to laugh and call it names.
They wouldn’t let the poor protein
Play any enzyme games.

Then one strange new mitosis,
DNA came to say,
“Protein, with your weird make-up,
Won’t you come mutate with us.”

Then all the cells did love it,
As they evolved through time.
Fibrillin, you wacked-out protein,
I’m so glad that you are mine!