Baby, I just drew a pic of you on my TI-83 but you are so hot my screen melted.
You must have a p-value of at least 0.05, because I fail to reject you.
My life goal is to make you harder than my calculus homework.
I wish I was your math homework, then I would be real hard, and you would be doing me all night.
Your body is so curved, I quickly reach Nash equilibrium.
If I’m the Riemann zeta function, you must be s=1.
Are you √(2), ’cause I feel irrational around you.
The way the light reflects off the angles of your head is extremely enchanting.
How can I know so many hundreds of digits of pi and not the 7 digits of your phone number?
Does it feel lonely being there? “Excuse me?” Being in the top 1% of the beauty distribution?
I’m more interested in you than the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus.
Why don’t we use some Fourier analysis on our relationship and reduce to a series of simple periodic functions.
My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.
I need to know your standard deviation. Should I use the bootstrap?
Do you use Metropolis-Hastings? Because I have a proposal you’ll accept with probability 1.
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