My brothers and I are still arguing the infinite string of variables to draw from when discussing the "will you get wetter walking, or running, in the rain?" conundrum...
Are you basing it on "Myth Busters"? Some of their procedures were flawed. I don't have the 6 hours required to clarify my position...Ans: walking.
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When I was going to college in IL, I only had a 67 Triumph 500. Each day in the winter I got to the end of a road that was 8 miles to the school. Each day I tried to decide whether to ride fast and be more cold for less time or ride slow and be less cold for more time. Never did figure it out. The things the young do - when it was Icey I just rode on the shoulder in the snow - tuition cost me too much to skip class!My brothers and I are still arguing the infinite string of variables to draw from when discussing the "will you get wetter walking, or running, in the rain?" conundrum...
As long as they have toe protectors feel free to wear flip flops or even sandals with socksBTW, I'll most definitely call you mommy if you lecture me about working in flip flops
I've broken my little toe three times in the past two years. Flip flops and immovable objects!As long as they have toe protectors feel free to wear flip flops or even sandals with socks
I may be old but you won't catch me in sandals with socks!
I once had an exam question in a course on Molecular Gas Dynamics, in which I had to prove, using molecular theory, running encountered fewer collisions with rain drops.Are you basing it on "Myth Busters"? Some of their procedures were flawed. I don't have the 6 hours required to clarify my position...
Could be a VulvoApparently, if you do that, you also (probably) drive a Saab !
I feel yet another long conversation involving yet more naive students durning term time on why when buttered toast always falls from the table to the floor butter side down. Sometimes I wonder if our hard earned taxes are spent wisely. . . . .
Paddy dropped his buttered toast the other day - it dropped butter side up!
he was amazed and told his friends, they were also amazed and suggested he should talk to Father Flaherty, he would want to know - perhaps it’s a miracle?
So he went and told the Father, he was incredulous and had to speak to the Bishop. The 2 of them believed it maybe a miracle and telephoned the Pope.
The Pope listened to what they all had to say and went away to consult with his cardinals and promised an answer on the subject of ‘Paddy’s miracle”
3 days later the Pope called the Bishop with a message for the Priest and Paddy.
The Pope decreed there was no miracle, but just that Paddy had buttered the wrong side of the toast.