It stands for “Benoit B. Mandelbrot.”
That’s my favorite math joke, you guys. Hope you like it.
Talk about nominative determinism.
Last night I drempt that I was a Michelin starred chef and started serving dishes with a little human hair in them in order to subvert diners’ expectations.
Hallway of apartment bulding smells like car exhaust or gasoline.
Super doesn’t seem keen on fixing it and I’m not keen on sleeping in my flat until the problem is fixed. So far one resident thought spraying air freshener would fix it.
Might need a place to crash tonight if it doesn’t get fixed. Even though my flat smells normal, I don’t feel safe there. Seems like a fire waiting to happen.
Who does the belly flop best?
Norwegians
https://v.redd.it/palxoympz4ca1
@Soulman your input may prove helpful
My input is what the fuck
Sorry
Nice beaver.