(Send in the clones. There ought to be clones.)
Baby, when you talk about eukaryotes, you know you send me straight in to my S phase! Won’t you please take me to my Hayflick Limit? Ow! P.S., You misspelled “dependents,” geek. My football captain boyfriend and I are pointing at you and laughing.
Aw, I’m just kidding. I’d tumble for a biology dork long before an athlete. Don’t tell the squad.
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January 17, 2011 at 3:31 pm |
you sure about dependent?
January 17, 2011 at 11:31 pm |
Actually, I thought twice about throwing that in but stuck with it after all.
If he’s British or Canadian, I’m wrong. “DependAnt” is an accepted spelling there. For some reason I always give British and Canadian people more credit than to take out a personal (though I’m sure they do) and I assumed the advertiser was American, where we use the “dependEnt” spelling for both the noun (he has dependents) and the adjective (dependent on foreign oil).
So you have found my secret shame of not being all-the-way sure about “dependent!”