Okay, so the professor has a stumper today.
Once I tell you what it is, you will be as shocked as I was when I first learned about it.
It’s the sort of thing that messes with your brain once you have thinks on it.
So, here’s a grape:
So, now, this professors asks you: Do these two fruits share anything in common but a name? Is there any reason why the fruit of the grape is larger, pinker, oranger, and more attractive than the grape itself? Why does it have an outer shell?
Now, I must needs present a theory: The Evolutionary Journey of the Grape.
First, there was a grape.
His name was Larry, but that’s not important.
Then, one day, Larry blushed and became this:
Larry then had a family.
However, here’s the thing, at this point, Larry was quite defenseless, see. Even the worm could kill him.
So, he grew bigger.
But even this didn’t save him from the worms.
So, Larry grew a tough outer, pink/orange coat. The lowly grape, Larry, had had it’s fruit.
Now, this professor thinks this is a rather good theory. But we must keep in mind that all grapes did not take this evolutionary path.
For instance, Giselle, just decided to evolve legs and run from the worms.
Yo. Fetched.
*suspiciously eyes grapes in fridge*
Throw them out!
Larry is a cucumber. See? that is the problem.
Oh, that’s right. Did the grape steal the name?
I think that is simplistic. I’m certain that DS and his henchmen are involved.
Probably so. Seems like something DS might do, huh?
Is that an engorged tick!!! How sick is that??? Whoa grossed out here…
And to think I used to like grapes. Ignorance is not so blissful afterall. yuck, yuck, yuck….
Lots of protein in grapes, the sudden.
*laughs* It is…a grape, mind your manners!
I could see reaching for Giselle and then seeing those legs. Fly swatter time.
*laughs* But what about when she squishes and all that…stuff…inside goes everywhere?
EEK
Time for the sweeper.
And a white bag
And soap and bubbles.
Uh okay.
Well you would need soap, and bubbles come with soap.
I get it.
I don’t like that Giselle as much as the one married to Tom Brady.
Ah, Tom Brady–now that you bring him up–shall win the SuperBowl, you know. Well, both are a bit weird looking, that’s what I think.
I hope he does win. He’s rather dashing.
Your a Pats fan! *celebrates*
Dude, that Apple gave me the creeps!😣
Now just imagine if you were starving and had to eat it…
U sir are cruel and unusual 😝
I’m the cruelest man alive today, don’t you know. Still deserve a halo, though.
😈
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I’m glad I came here today. I am writing this down, I am big on evolution. I never want to see Giselle again.
Hollie! So do you suppose it’s a scientific fact now? I bet so. Poor Giselle. So mean to her, just like you are to Toby! Is it the name?
Actually it’s the legs.
Those little legs? Come now!
Yikes!
Double yikes!
oh,yes! it is a scientific fact for sure! Bravo! slowly moves head side to side in amazement.
I think you’re laughing me to scorn!
Dear. Professor I would never mock. I am usually the mockee :-)
Don’t let people mock you! throw socks at them first.
that’s why they mock me!
Aha! I”ll give you some old socks to fight back with.
i never imagined the professor having any “old socks”.
Well, I don’t exactly throw them all away. Once they get holes, I put them in this bag. For sock wars, see.
Being socked by the side of the head is unpleasant but beats a sock full of rocks.
A sock full of rocks is deadly, I say.
A must have on the streets of mean Miami…:)
Is it warm in Miami at the minute?
Actually, it’s a chilly 45 degrees…brrrr.
What?! That’s it? It’s single digits here!!
Ohhh, I hope you are wearing a double pair of argyles. I haven’t seen that since…well I haven’t seen that!
What is an argyle?
“a pattern composed of diamonds of various colors on a plain background, used in knitted garments such as sweaters and socks”. Compliments of google. :)
Wow. I like diamonds. But it’s sounding somewhat girly, the sudden.
Not at all! it’s a man thing, for the very discerning dresser!
Maybe…but not professorish!
How about a nice pair of woolen socks and loafers? Khaki slacks, herringbone jacket with elbow patches…oversized sunglasses, are you feeling this?
I am! Aviator sunglasses. I dig, I dig. I’ll look famous!
Aviators, yes! Maybe a neck scarf, wool, black! It is cold…
Oh yeah. Now I’m looking like a secret agent.
I want to be your wardrobe manager, I will need limitless funds cause these items aren’t cheap…of course there’s the grab and run, but that’s not our style. Is it?
Oh no. Especially not if I tour, so yes, you can be, if you like. But don’t do anything too outlandish, see.
outlandish…certainly not! ;)
*sigh of relief*
or is that the mean streets. And I call myself a writer, tsk.
*laughs* I do that sort of thing all the time.
mean streets, dirty streets, …some kind of streets.
Golden ones?
Always the shining light in the darkness! Bravo!
That’s a stars job, I’m thinking. I’m more like a piece of coal.
kind of like what I got for Christmas?
*laughing lots* Okay, that does it. We set a trap for Santa this year.
I think I was hit by the Krampus!
No! What happened?
I got coal in my stocking at Christmas!
Oh dear me. We’ll have to kill Krampus and SC next year.
My mind is awhirl with ideas on how to accomplish this overdue mission! I haven’t ruled out the katana.
Never rule out the katana, I say. It’s such a beautiful thing, really, see.
I don’t think SC or Krampus is coming to see us!! We are evil.
But the Krampus comes when one is wicked!
I will be prepared for him this time!
Wowawee! Not that’s a humdinger of a theory!!
Dadblamit! I meant to write Now instead of not.
It is! Do you suppose it’s proven and a scientific law now?
It seems like it should be!
Let’s vote for it–five times.
Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
You’ve got my votes!
*laughs* Yes! I think I”ve already one, the sudden.
Well you have all five of mine in case I am not available when things are made official. Or something to that effect.
Five will be awesome. This is going great already.
Love!
If there’s ever an opening for a science teacher at my school, I’m putting your name forward as a possible candidate :)
Haylee! Yes, please put my name up. Do you think they’d hire me? I mean, this is a remarkable theory after all.
They employed me, so anything is possible!
I wouldn’t advise putting this theory forward in an interview though, not until you’ve signed on the dotted line – if this was the 14th century, they’d be very much in ‘the world is flat’ camp!
*laughing* Very particular, are they? Then again, I’m sure they recognized you were an awesome teacher. Even if you won’t give StarWars spoilers.
Let’s just say they’re not ‘think outside the box’ peeps.
Aww thank you ☺️ I’ve been known to threaten spoilers in exchange for good behaviour – clearly wouldn’t work with you, I imagine naughtiness would increase tenfold!
*laughing* Yeah, I might threaten more wickedness if I don’t get my spoilers! No one will tell me, can you believe?! It’s all backwards, I tell you.
Now this is the kind of theory I like! It’s explained in a way that makes sense. Could the professor explain the theory of relativity as well?
By the way, I don’t think Giselle would benefit much from the use of makeup, but she does have a pretty name so she must be content with that.
Oh goodness me. I can try, if you like. Would you like me too, madam? *nervous*
Really? Rats. I had such high hopes. That’s true. The name is stellar, for sure. We could always give her a mask? But I can’t seem to locate her face, alas.
That is a steller theory of evolution Professor! I feel sorry for poor Giselle though.
*laughs* Thank you bunches! You know, I do as well. Is there anything we can do for her, do you suppose?
Perhaps maybe rewrite her story? Then again she’s still a survivor–she did grow legs to run away from them worms!
*laughing* So very true! It’s quite impressive. Don’t you wish you could grow extra legs? Imagine how fastly fast you could run!
Imagine if I had wings 😎
Ooo! Very cool. What would you do? I’d fly about and attack people.
Giselle looks like an olive. Care to write the evolution of the olive next?
This was wonderful, by the way! I can’t blame Larry for evolving. Survival of the fittest!
The olive! Now that’d be quite interesting. For instance, how did that red thing get inside the olive? It’s a mystery and a wonder. Giselle does, poor thing.
That’s the ticket. That’s why the professor doesn’t survive, see.
Haha. The most random thing I’ve read all day. Y’know, I’ve never really thought all that much about it, but I think you might be onto something!
Geez… Giselle hasn’t aged well, has she?
Isn’t it a thing? See, when you stop and think on it, it makes complete sense. I actually might not eat grapes now, don’t you know.
*shakes head* Not at all. Do you suppose some makeup might help?
Haha… Never underestimate the power of good makeup!
I know! If guys wore makeup, I’d do some, just so I could disguise myself. That’d be awesome. I’d be like a total spy, then.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
PS Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
The thing is though – is Larry finished evolving? Or will he eventually get bigger and oranger and bigger and oranger and one day turn into… a spacehopper?!?
Now Giselle is rather lovely, you must admit! Kinda how I think of Clara only with better hair. I don’t think it’s very polite to call Tick Gorged though… I’m sure he eats quite sensibly really…
Ooo, what a good question. He might evolve even further. That’d be such a wonder. But…what is a spacehopper? Are they orange? Do they have legs? I’d like to be one, I think. The name is cool.
*laughs* That is how you’d picture Clara, you mean thing! *laughs even more* Tick! Ooo…did I say that?
Big bouncy thing? My ancient Christmas present? You bouncing round your house on one? Mine was orange – with a face! It looked a lot like Larry actually, only with horns growing out of his head…
If only you would imagine her like that too – you’d be so much safer from her womanly wiles! Unless you find Giselle attractive, of course… *quizzical eyebrow* *laughs* Yes, you did! Don’t try the innocent act on me, sir!
Oh, that’s right!!! Of course I remembered, really. I was just testing you, for the the fun of it. Goodness. Yes, I see what you mean now. But I didn’t know you called your big bouncy thing Larry. Capital, I say.
Well, of course no womanly wiles work on this professor. I’m so in defense mode, nothing works, haha. Victory. Well, I didn’t really mean that, you know!
Uh-huh! I shall set my spacehopper on you, if you’re not careful! D’you know, I can’t remember what I called him – I feel so bad about that now! I bet he’s never forgotten me, wherever he’s bounced off to. *weeps a little*
Oh, you don’t have any defences – you’re putty in the hands of any girl who flutters her eyelashes at you! That’s why you need protection! *growls ferociously* Do I believe you, though?
*laughs* Well, did you really have a name for him? Just make one up! I’m sure he won’t mind a bit. How about Rafa George?
But…but…you don’t know that, for sure! Girls are weird, how they attack, see. Of course you do!!
I can’t call him that because my bike was called George! And Rafa isn’t orange. I shall call him… VJ!
I do! For sure and definite! I won’t list them all though – your blog would run out of memory. Girls are superior warriors in the battlefields of love, though – I’m glad you’ve learned that! Hmm…
But VJ isn’t orange! Rafa sorta is orange, if you think on it.
Hey, I think I lose on the battlefields of love all the time. You need to get out there and pitch a bit for me, don’t you know. And hurry, too.
*laughs* OK, true – but you do bounce! He is not!!! He’s… he’s… golden!
Stick with the battlefield of music, I say, or if you must, the battlefield of sport! I most certainly shall not help you, sir – you are quite fickle enough without any assistance from me! *growls*
Haha…a little, maybe? He is not! Selena will beat him, the sudden.
But I lose there, too! *remembers competitions in the past and shudders* Now, why did you say that about sports? I want to be an athlete…
‘Tis your jealousy that’s affecting your eyesight! Only if he was using a badminton racquet…
Oh, you never lose on the musical battlefield! Just the judges get the decision wrong sometimes… You’re too old to become an athlete, I’m afraid. You’re already on the slippery slope down to decrepitude and infirmity. I’m so glad I don’t age!
*gets a microscope* Now I can see! *laughs* I’m being ripped again!!
Judges usually hate me. They can be such beasts, it is true. Too old? Rats. I want to play football. With Edelman.
Ooh, a microscopic examination of Rafa! *daydreams*
*nods* They’re understandably jealous! Way too old! Though the idea of the Professor in a dinky little football outfit has a certain appeal… *daydreams*
*laughing* Ugh! Who would want that? Don’t answer that!
Way too old! *nods* Well, that would be a thing! I think my number would be…82!
*laughs* OK, I won’t! *thinks about it though*
84 by now, sir! You should never fib about your age! *sanctimonious face*
Hey! That’s so cheating, young lady!
Goodness, you’re right. I’m going to be so old in two months! *bangs head*
*nods* Older than me!!
And BUS.
Nobody’s older than BUS…
Poor BUS. You be nice!
Don’t mock the poor grapes, young lady! But, yes, Giselle is sorta funny looking, I must admit. *laughs*
I just learnt more than I have in any biology class ever.
*proud face* Then this professor is doing his job. See, that’s the thing. Grapes can have legs. It’s actually surprising. But don’t let it put you off them.
Mind. Blown. Now I have read that, I cannot see it happening any other way. Larry in his prime is quite a fellow. Giselle is a darling, what lovely legs she has – with or without make-up.
Yes, you know, I’m thinking it’s the best theory out there, really. Makes the most sense, see. You know, with legs like that, tho, it’s hard to find trousers that fit, see.
It makes perfect sense, I say. I imagine she has to do without trousers all together!
I bet you’re right. Which means, she’s dreadfully cold.
The poor thing. I shall knit her some socks at once.
And leggings or something.
Good idea!
I’m half full of them. The other half are bad ideas, tho.
Better than no ideas, though. Many a bad idea has turned out to be interesting.
That’s true. I love bad ideas, the suddenly sudden.
Yes! They are usually in plentiful supply, too.
*laughing lots* Aren’t they tho?
That’s because they are such fun. Sometimes.
Sometimes they can be the worst. Goodness.
Giselle is quite unattractive wouldn’t you say? Looking rather ticked too I might add.
*laughs* Nice job there. Well, I think some makeup might do wonders?
I don’t think she’d use the blush brushes, I hear she can be ticklish….maybe eye liner if nothing else.
Eye liner…that’s ghastly stuff, I hear.
Ha, I call it putting in my eyes, look sleepy if I don’t….but that’s all I wear….makeup wise….I wear clothes too. Gowns and such….and boots and mittens now.
And beanies? It’s the season of the beanie, you know.
What’s a beanie? I have beans in my soup….if they mean a hat, I have one in brown with buffalo horns on it…you wouldn’t be impressed….yours would sport muskets I think….
Yes, the hat! See, you must get a Pats beanie. So you can celebrate when they win tomorrow.
I shall wear my Buffalo horns hat proudly….hmmm….is Gronk playing? I wonder….
He did! Wasn’t it awesome?
They are cheaters…..time and karma will fix them…dastardly…and I grew weary of looking at Gronks panties too so there!
What?! His panties?! You lie, the sudden! *holds ears* Nah, that’s all hype, I say.
Even my hubs laughed when I pointed it out like five times….scary I say, scary!
They won…did you see? Haha!
Grrrr, they cheated I say!
Now, now, don’t get jealous!
We are honest upstanding Buffalonians who take our play seriously but never enough to cheat…just saying…🏈😎
Oh, but your team can’t be taken seriously as long as Rex is the chap in charge.
Don’t forget, we have the brother now too…..like Batman and Robin…or cherry cookies and milk…peanut butter and chocolate….we will overcome and rise to claim our proper trophy…..someday…..
*laughing* I did notice this…it’s doubly worse for you!