"You take that back!"
"Yeah, and Bucky Balls are really squares."
"You low down varmint! Take that..." BANG BANG BANG
If somebody is so involved in high-end Physics that they would get upset at some of the subtleties of esoteric subjects, I’d be more concerned that they have accidentally pointed the gun into themselves than having it pointed out towards anybody.
Boulderites are such wusses. They’re either stoned, stupid or both in that town. There are signs everywhere telling you to yield, turn, don’t turn, watch for bikes, pedestrians, dogs, errant ciggie butts, low hanging branches and awnings.
Whenever I go there, it’s like losing half your IQ.