[[Guy singing, Girl at computer]]
Guy: It's the thigh of the tiger
Guy: When the moon hits your thigh like a big pizza pie, that's amore.
Guy: She's my brown-thighed girl.
Girl: Don't you have a job or something?
Girl: Also, Eww.
{{Alt text: My thighs have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord?}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.