It's not like the AC and I were sitting at a table with a collection of cubes in our hands.
Or, to be more abstract, a collection of rectangular prisms.
Halfway through packing for a move, I really wish more boxen were uniform cubes.
I will restrain myself and not state the obvious joke.
Come on, man! Why would jew leave us hanging like that?!
The meat is rotten, but the booze is holding out. Computer translation of "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."