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7/30/2014 3:02:29 PM
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Disliking marine biologist lifestyle is understandable
If someone goes hey I don't like marine biologists. They instantly get beat to death by groups of marine biologists and their supporters, but are they wrong. A lot of people see being a marine biologist as wrong because to some it just repulsives them. Which is understandable. I don't know about you but the thought of dissecting fish and cephalopods makes me cringe. So I could understand why they would dislike them being marine biologists. My second reason was gonna be gaming but that is invalid. Let's look at the #1 marine biologist hater. Halo. If all Cods are equal then doesn't that mean that you're just as bad as Cods because auto-aim and regenerating health. Of course just because you dislike the marine biologist lifestyle that gives you no right to treat them differently. Being a marine biologist is/isn't a choice. There are those who have hormonal imbalances in the brain and body which can cause someone to be a marine biologist. I suppose one could say they are free from judgment. But I don't understand how some choose to be a marine biologist. It boggles me. Could someone explain, preferably if you have personal experience.
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You see, Maine biologists aren't like you and I, they are not like Bob and Sue, they are not like Tom and Harry, they are ancient holy roman deciphers of philosophical gods. If not for their in depth and stressful studies of the Megaladon, Sharktopus, Jellyfish, and cum guzzling semen demons, our world would be a dreadful plain of ash and balls. You must accept their superiority over any ogre, pony, and teenage mutant ninja turtle while kneeling down before a beautiful bubble gum statue of Quentin Tarantino bedazzled in lollipops and surrounded in a sea of rose peddles, hands crossed illerminaty style, bellowing the untold prophecy with a slight Adam West accent: 'Oh, Biologists, So, biologists, Much study, Many marine.' Once repeated 3 times, you will be blessed by the holy marine biology gods of their true knowledge, granting you answers to any question you've had in your entire life. Your life will have meaning again.
