Of That Math Poem

At the end of Harold & Kumar's Escape from Guantanamo Bay
was a pretty fantastic poem that probably got more guys standing up and giving a standing ovation than most movies of this genre.

"The Square Root of Three"
by Dave Feinberg

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

Thanks to Thomaso for sending it over.....
know more about the story of the poem here.


oh and here is the most random and stupid song from the movie that is still stuck in my head. Man i so wanna play this for every guy in studio.
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*warning* damn not safe for work.. and it gets stuck in your head if you actually pay attention