[Ulundel]

Originally posted by Carl
mens. the reason for seperate rooms is so women don't see men's privates and men son't see women's. no matter how you dress, you still got the same bits.

yeah, but sometimes those freaks cut off their *ahem* too.

Outch!

[Petrarch of the VBB]

And what about Hermaphrodites? Where do they get changed?

[diamondgeezer]

Why the hell am I reading this thread?

[Zeronet]

I wouldnt let them in at all.

[Top Gun]

Originally posted by Carl
mens. the reason for seperate rooms is so women don't see men's privates and men son't see women's. no matter how you dress, you still got the same bits.

That's an interesting statement because in some of the less 'puritencial' countries, they don't have seperate changing rooms (I noticed this in Austria). Although the men seem to keep to one side and the women to the other which I found rather amusing.

[Darkage]

Originally posted by CP5670
I will turn it into a special functions discussion.

So you are finaly interested in women?

[Ulundel]

hokay. sweet thread...

[Top Gun]

Originally posted by Darkage



So you are finaly interested in women?

Smutty Inuendo + Maths =

Once upon a time (1/t) pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the boundary of a singularly large matrix. Now Polly was convergent, and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she must never enter such an array without her brackets on. Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the basis that it was insufficient and made her way in amongst the complex elements.

Rows and columns closed in on her from all sides. Tangents approached her surface. She became tensor and tensor. Quite suddenly two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. She tripped over a square root that was protruding from the erf and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she rounded off once more, she found herself inverted, apparently alone, in a non-Euclidean space.

She was being watched, however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear coordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. He wondered, "Was she still convergent?" He decided to integrate properly at once.

Hearing a common fraction behind her, Polly rotated and saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at once by his degenerate conic and dissipative that he was bent on no good.

"Arcsinh," she gasped.
"Ho, ho," he said, "What a symmetric little asymptote you have. I can see your angles have lots of secs."
"Oh sir," she protested, "Keep away from me. I haven't got my brackets on."
"Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator, "your fears are purely imaginary."
"I, I," she thought, "perhaps he's not normal but homologous."

"What order are you?" the brute demanded.
"Seventeen," replied Polly.
Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on."
"Of course not," Polly replied quite properly, "I'm absolutely convergent."
"Come, come," said Curly, "let's go to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit."
"Never," gasped Polly.

"Abscissa," he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her significant places, and began smoothing out her points of inflection. Poor Polly. The algorithmic method was now her only hope. She felt his digits tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever.

There was no mercy, for Curly was a Heaviside operator. Curly's radius squared itself; Polly's loci quivered. He integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. After he cofactored, he performed Runge-Kutta on her. The complex beast even went all the way around and did a contour integration. What an indignity - to be multiply connected on her first integration. Curly went on operating until he completely satisfied her hypothesis, then he exponentiated and became completely orthogonal.

When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated in several places. But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly's denominator increased monotonically. Finally she went to l'Hôpital and generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the place and drove Polly to deviation.

The moral of our sad story is this: If you want to keep your expressions convergent, never allow them a single degree of freedom.

P.S. I'm aware its been posted before but what the hell.

[beatspete]

by top gun
Once upon a time, (1/t)

That jokes so bad i'm going to bludgeon myself to death with a partial defrosted whole salmon.

...I'd put him/her in women's changing room, if they feel embarissed about that then it's their fault.

[TheVirtu]

This could pretty much sum up this thread

[CP5670]

Man, that is riddled with errors.

There is

She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent.

followed by

"Of course not," Polly replied quite properly, "I'm absolutely convergent."

which is inconsistent. And besides, polynomial functions always have a finite number of power series terms, so they cannot diverge.

And here is another problem:

Curly removed her discontinuities.

her mother noticed that she was no longer piecewise continuous

This would imply that it used to be piecewise continuous, but then there are no discontinues to remove. And a polynomial never has discontinuities or jumps anyway.

Quite suddenly two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point.

I will assume from this that curlypi(x) is some kind of hyperbolic function.

That smooth operator, Curly Pi

A degenerate hyperbola is not exactly smooth. If they mean the symbol itself, this is what a curly pi looks like: v. how is that smooth?

erf

The only special function they had in there was something dinky like erf?!

he performed Runge-Kutta on her.

Why the heck would you do that with a polynomial?

He integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions

not much point in doing all that for a stupid polynomial...

Curly went on operating until he completely satisfied her hypothesis, then he exponentiated and became completely orthogonal.

exp(curlypi(x)) certainly does not satisfy orthogonality relations...

When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated in several places.

Then that's not a polynomial anymore; those must be fully continuous and analytic everywhere.

Finally she went to l'Hôpital

l'hopital was a mathematician, but he did not have anything to do with surds or CEDN functions...

There are other problems, but I don't have the time time to go through it all now.

[Darkage]

stfu CP:p

[Knight Templar]

I'd let the thing pick..

Hehe Stu.. I thought I was the only one.

[Fetty]

somebody here sure likes quoting

[Darkage]

Cp always quotes allot and most of the time he posts huge post:D
I never bother to read them they are to big:)

[diamondgeezer]

Amen to that

[mikhael]

Back on topic, my friend Alendria, when she was pre-op used the women's changing rooms, and now that she is post-op continues to do so. There is, of course, a signifigant difference between a transvestite and a transexual, so lumping the two together with a slash is rather foolish.

[Stunaep]

Originally posted by Top Gun



That's an interesting statement because in some of the less 'puritencial' countries, they don't have seperate changing rooms (I noticed this in Austria). Although the men seem to keep to one side and the women to the other which I found rather amusing.

*packs bags and moves to Austria*

[Stunaep]

Originally posted by mikhael
Back on topic, my friend Alendria, when she was pre-op used the women's changing rooms, and now that she is post-op continues to do so. There is, of course, a signifigant difference between a transvestite and a transexual, so lumping the two together with a slash is rather foolish.

1: You have a transvestite friend?

2: Psychologically it is more or less the same.

[Fetty]

Originally posted by Top Gun



That's an interesting statement because in some of the less 'puritencial' countries, they don't have seperate changing rooms (I noticed this in Austria). Although the men seem to keep to one side and the women to the other which I found rather amusing.

*packs bags and moves to Austria*

 hey i need to learn the fine art of quoting too

funny i live in austria never saw that

perhaps in old bath houses but there are always a few dozen changing rooms so u dont have to undress in public
migh save you from a big lough:D