At first your mom was a little reticent about being blogged. "[name]," she said, "I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of relationship." Fortunately, she quieted down once she got my blog in her mouth. I blogged her till she begged me to stop, and then till she begged for more; it was her first, best, and last blog. Then I slit her throat and threw her in a ditch. [For a full apologia, click here]
Your mom integrated the principal branch of my function.
The residue of my pole of degree 7 in your mom is difficult to compute.
Your mom was analytic everywhere.
I expanded my principal part in your mom's singularity.
I posted a somewhat self-indulgent list of silly jokes the day I finished my complex analysis exam.
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