The Race for the Perfectly Elastic Collision
by Sean McBride
Hey kids. Let's talk about something you usually don't give much thought to. You guessed
it. Bouncy balls! It sounds like something fun, doesn't it? Well--it is! Very fun. Which is why it
must be discussed. So--on with the discussion.
Where was I? Ah, yes, Bouncy balls. Thank you, Charlie. Now the thing about bouncy
balls is that most people like them. Why not everybody likes them--well they could be some sort
of sickos or perverts or something like that, I do not know. But the thing about bouncy balls is that
they bounce like there's no tomorrow, you see, and that is why we like them.
But there is a tomorrow, you see, and it's a Thursday. Which reminds me--I have to feed
my gerbil one of these days. That poor little guy is about to commit Hari Kari. But enough of
chitting and chatting about this and that, I've got an article to write, and no one's going to trick me
into jumping into a vat of Cheez Whiz. I mean it this time!
Ah, yes. What was I just talking about? Oh well, no matter. There is something more
important I must tell you about. You see, I am a senior, and soon I will be graduating. But before
I depart, I'd like to leave you a gift. I leave you . . . bouncy balls!! And lots of them!! Sayonara
suckers! Hah hah hah!! And remember kids, don't do drugs.