by syaffolee


The lab’s technician decided that we needed something to inspire us, so she got a set of magnetic poetry for one of the fridges earlier in the week. So far, only the male undergrads have been playing around with it–resulting in some interestingly puerile word combinations. Too bad those guys weren’t around when the PI came into lab, shot the fridge door a double take, and gave a suitably loud WTF-esque exclamation.