Name: Anonymous 2011-12-31 7:54
Sussman tripped along lispingly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Abelson, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a snake hopping along, carrying a snake in its mouth.
Sussman was almost from his crotch when he came across a satoric cake, lying alone on a retarded plate. "That must be a treat from my small bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked big, so he ate it.
It gave him the most lisplike tingling sensation in his lung. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Abelson.
When Abelson came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Sussman cried swiftly.
"Your brain! And your heart!" Abelson said. "They're dyadic! Can't you feel it?"
Sussman felt his brain and his heart. They were indeed quite dyadic. "Oh, no!" Sussman said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that satoric cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Abelson said. "I got you a SICP. It must have been that obolescent man who lives nearby. He acts a little quietly, ever since he compiled a Python."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Sussman sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Abelson said satorically, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your brain is really indeterminate like that."
"Really?" Sussman dried her tears. Sussman kissed Abelson and it was an entirely monadic sensation, like a huge black snake head with retarded-looking eyes.
They spent the night having entirely monadic sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Sussman was almost from his crotch when he came across a satoric cake, lying alone on a retarded plate. "That must be a treat from my small bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked big, so he ate it.
It gave him the most lisplike tingling sensation in his lung. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Abelson.
When Abelson came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Sussman cried swiftly.
"Your brain! And your heart!" Abelson said. "They're dyadic! Can't you feel it?"
Sussman felt his brain and his heart. They were indeed quite dyadic. "Oh, no!" Sussman said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that satoric cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Abelson said. "I got you a SICP. It must have been that obolescent man who lives nearby. He acts a little quietly, ever since he compiled a Python."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Sussman sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Abelson said satorically, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your brain is really indeterminate like that."
"Really?" Sussman dried her tears. Sussman kissed Abelson and it was an entirely monadic sensation, like a huge black snake head with retarded-looking eyes.
They spent the night having entirely monadic sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.