Well, technically, wouldn't that be triple integrals, since we're considering the mass of the azz?
You're a sick SOB.
My work here is done...
It's about police and how in the olden days when you would actually see police, like for real I mean not just on the TV. There is even a rumor that at one time you could even talk to them. I'm pretty sure it's all just fairy tales though cuz no one around here has seen a policeman in a coons age. The old timers still tell tales of them though.What was this thread topic again?
Don't forget the mass of the two hands that need to grab the azz and secure it against the thrust…
However all of this is influenced by the heat of the meat.....
Somebody had to say it!
Almost no one does triple integrals in their head, especially after a few beers. However, the eigenvalue can be quickly estimated and used in a conclusive decision.
The unbearable lightness of being.What was this thread topic again?
No, the hands constitute a separate entity and require their own variable and limits in the integration. So, let's not cloud the main issue of mass of azz here...
Was never able to do triples in my head. Allow me to 'splain...
Man, when I got into those upper-level math and statistics classes, I took a few of them "pass/fail". TBH, I was afraid they would do some serious damage to my GPA. Fortunately, they all landed on the "pass" side.
That was my guess when you mentioned Roxbury, I was thinking Delridge area.
That's funny. Of my six math profs, one was besotted, one couldn't speak English, and one was a 4'-10" Austrian with a thick accent who never faced the room except to say, "the writings on the board are your lesson for today. Understand these." It was typically six chalkboards filled with equations. Had a statistics prof who did that too. He would make us submit our work as Fortran programs, with the punch cards. I had never taken a programming class, as did almost none of my classmates. He didn't care and said something pithy like, "you need to learn this." I swear that guy gave me an ulcer.Was never able to do triples in my head. Allow me to 'splain...
I had a Russian prof for my first trip through the triple integrals quarter at university. He out-and-out failed me - he couldn't teach worth a shiit, and I couldn't learn worth a shiit from his "teaching". Since he was a newer (and hence, untenured) prof, he had to teach the class every quarter, so students got him when they took the class out of sequence. You guessed it, I got him again the very next quarter when I repeated the class.
We both hated each other from our mutual experiences from the previous quarter. Add to that fact that he was a Russian and I'm a Pole - not a good mix of nationalities on any day... One fine day on my second go-round of his class, we loudly verbalized our considered opinions of each other in front of everyone in the class. I had frustrated him with questions about the course material we were studying that day to the point where he was turning beet red with useless (to me) explanations.
He couldn't maintain his composure any longer and shouted out at me in a burst of anger something along the lines of, "You will never understand this material! You are just a no-nothing, smart-aleck Polak!" Needless to say, I was momentarily stunned by this, even in the very early days of Political Correctness. Ever the sarcastic smartass, my mouth spoke faster than my brain could compile speech, and I shouted back, "Yeah, well you're just a pompous azz who can't teach worth a phuq!"
The silence in that classroom immediately following that exchange was deafening...
Epilogue:
I passed, good enough not to hurt my GPA too badly, and I've never used triple integrals again in my life. I just like talking about them, like in this thread...
Don't even get me started about FORTRAN!!! Damn shiit almost kept me from graduating... 7 phuq'n times!
FORTRAN?Don't even get me started about FORTRAN... Damn shiit almost kept me from graduating... 7 times!
