Twenty. American-Lebanese. Mouth like a sailor. Chemical Engineering/French double major. Overly fond of lamb, accents, and science fiction and fantasy.
"No homo" cries the team at the dig site. The head archaeologist sinks to his knees, sobbing. He has dedicated his entire career to the pursuit of homo habilis, an important part of the hominid evolutionary line. All his work led up to this archaeological dig site. But now, his whole life has been for nothing. There is no homo….there is only Australopithecus.
I read this to a group of archaeologists and they completely lost their shit
11:51 a.m. (This is the year you will learn to let go)