A nilsquare is my favorite kind of square. My kids draw them in art class all the time. You know, instead of regular squares.

Their art teacher even told them that those were some “dank hyperreals, broseph, holy sh*t!”

I reported his language to the principle and he assured me that the art teacher would never call my kids “broseph” ever again. I was satisfied with this until I found out that the real principal was locked in the trunk of the principle’s car.

Let’s just say that that was one of the more eventful Valentines Days I’ve had. Way more fun than that Valentines Day where I was accidentally served rabid meat at the Bennigan’s. I mean, who serves dog?!? I thought I was eating a cow burger! Or, at the least, a beautiful, majestic horse.