But but but -
See, this is why I don't trust math. It's all in a different space-time continuum, or something.
67. 82. One of these things is not like the other.
Damn it.
I'll just be mumbling to myself in a corner, or writing a book, or something.
67. 82.
I wouldn't put it past Buffistas to have opinions on the food being served at something they won't necessarily attend.
The night tour of Alcatraz sounds fun. Hmm.
Perzactly. It's not math, it's people revoting or voting when they're not sure they are coming.
Ballot box stuffing. I'm so disappointed.
The lurkers support us in online polls.
Is that 67 with or without the maybes, Deb? I voted on the food, even though I am still only a maybe on the Prom.
Epic, your name is on my couch in Sharpie.
I'm ignoring the math talk. I balanced my checkbook. That's enough for one evening.
In case you missed it, you could probably make it real dark pencil that I'm pencilled in with now.
Yay! Epic, I'm excited to meet you.
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Is that 67 with or without the maybes, Deb?
That's TOTAL. So 67 people have ticked one of the three boxes on Prom, but 82 - or is it 84? - people have voted for their food preferences.
Math sucks. It's all a lie and a snare and a delusion.
Can I please be excused? My brain is full.
67. 82.
People were instructed to pick TWO options for each question.
82 votes = 41 voters