Aerodynamics Of Saddam Hussein

The perfect illustration of every thermodynamics course ever. First week: "Here's the ideal gas law, PV = nRT. Simple!" Second week: "Now let's derive entropy changes through quasi-static processes using Clausius' theorem while accounting for irreversibility." And suddenly you're wondering if you accidentally enrolled in advanced theoretical physics instead of basic chem. The formal Pooh perfectly captures that moment when your professor decides basic equations were just the appetizer before the seven-course mathematical feast.

The radioactive shopping spree strikes again! 💀 When your significant other can't resist a "bargain" on elephant's foot – not the actual animal part, but the infamous blob of corium from the Chernobyl disaster that's so radioactive it'll melt your DNA faster than ice cream on a hot summer day. That glowing red eye says it all – radiation poisoning is a terrible excuse for saving money! The Elephant's Foot is literally one of the most dangerous objects on Earth, emitting enough radiation to kill you in minutes. But hey, it was only $800! What a steal! (Your life, that is.)

Behold the terrifying reality of physics homework! One minute you're calculating a simple cart's velocity, and suddenly you're responsible for the ENTIRE PULLEY SYSTEM OF DOOM with a human dangling over shark-infested waters! The jump from "find acceleration" to "determine the exact moment Timmy plunges to his demise" is why physics students develop eye twitches. And for what? SIX MEASLY MARKS?! The most diabolical part? The problem assumes zero friction and spherical humans in a vacuum. *maniacal laughter* No wonder physics students have nightmares about frictionless pulleys!

The eternal cycle of dating as a scientist. Meet someone interesting, engage in conversation, mention your actual profession, and watch them vanish faster than volatile compounds in an open beaker. My personal record is 3 minutes from "I'm a quantum physicist" to "I just remembered I have to feed my neighbor's cat." I've started telling people I'm a professional bubble wrap popper. Gets me to date two at least.

The eternal academic hierarchy in action. Engineering students exist in two parallel universes: sophisticated intellectuals according to business majors, and glorified hammer-wielders according to physics theorists. Meanwhile, mathematicians are quietly judging everyone while solving problems that won't have practical applications for another century. The STEM caste system continues unabated.

Future physicists are still stuck in the same loop we've been in for decades! While we've discovered the Higgs boson, the graviton—the theoretical particle that mediates gravity—remains stubbornly elusive. So here we are in 2089, with our fancy headsets and advanced colliders, getting excited about made-up particles with ridiculous names like "gloopy-gloorb" while the graviton continues to ghost us. Meanwhile, the guy on the left is having what appears to be a religious experience over these nonsensical discoveries. Particle physics in a nutshell: spend billions on equipment, make up funny names for things, and fall asleep during the presentations about them.