It’s nearing 8am and I am on my fifth A4 page of gnarly thoughts. None of this is making any sense and yet, at the same time, it is the most certain thing I’ve written down in a while.
Me: can u give me x²+4y+ of tomatoes & 2(x²+8xy^3) of potatoes please
Seller: I dont understand
Me: well i dont give a fuck i didnt study in vain
those are polynomials you asked for a neverending curve of tomatoes
when you mistake an 8 year old for Ariana Grande