Sir, your but it's not so cliche that I think to myself, Wow, that's too cliche!

You know, The word Apology is toast around a lot these days.

Well, when you say it like that, It sounds like a giant cliche.

I think we got them fooled.

It arises from not thinking.

(Supplied by a Late Consumptive Usher to a Grammar School)

Banality of heroism. It's ordinary people who do heroic deeds.

So this is where there's a dye that changes with the acidity, and so when, as the bacteria metabolize whoa!

So there it sits on our shelves obsolete to us, but with immediate latent value to someone else.

But I think women are actually going to be ironically enough responsible for driving a stake through the heart of cheesy genre categories

We've got H50 on a diet of chlorophyll, roughage, bean curd, and enriched starch.

Can we just skip over the histrionic actionmovie cliches?

Where is the Master?

I'm Chen Kuanghui.

They're best described as iconic so iconic, perhaps, they're cliches.

And what I understand from my Brazilian friends is that this guy is just a cliche machine.

I'm also convinced that, in an age of computer manipulation, surrealism has become banal, a shadow of its former self.

Here's a game tree for a stochastic 2 player game.

He's exactly like Tofu.

Unfortunately, the majority of us today are living on processed foods

And we're done!

As delta x aproaches zero of change in y over your change in x and when you do that you are going to approach that instantaneous rate of change you could view it as instantaneous slope at that point of the curve.

Do not touch the exhibits.

Don't touch the exhibits.

You know what, Henry? You're a regular barnyard exhibit.

So the goal here is to try and push, and see how far we can get towards the green curve.

Think about it in terms of the cards.

So this is 100 meters over 9.58 seconds.

Now kindness might sound like a very mild word, and it's prone to its own abundant cliche.

That actually for a given body mass of a primate the metabolic rate was static.

Trite and untrue... but even still, the message the Fifth Column sent... seems to have produced something of a groundswell.

Then I just normalize.

Do not touch the exhibits.

Don't touch the exhibits.

The rotten apple injures its neighbors.

You have me full.

That margarine's turned. Son of a bitch.

And it's all rotten!

Advanced rot?

Ah, putrefaction.

Well, there's no y here, so it's 0.

He disputed my statement.

The Decompiculture Society shares a vision of a cultural shift, from our current culture of death denial and body preservation to one of decompiculture, a radical acceptance of death and decomposition.

Because inside here... it's all rotten.

Injudicious, sir, he said firmly. It will not become you.