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Bathtub Contest


My last Tuesday contest was so much fun that I thought I would run another one! Be the first to give the correct answer in the comments and I will send you a prize!

Today's Question: Why I am behaving so oddly in the video below?

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  1. I'm going to guess it has to do with the law of water displacement. You don't have a scale and you want to figure out your weight with the displaced volume of water?

    Either that or you are trying to decide if you should get a bigger tub.

    G

    Where are my bridge books?!?! :)

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  2. Looks like you're trying to measure your body's volume by determining how much water you displace. If you know your actual weight and the volume of the displaced water, you can calculate your average density; from this you can, for example estimate your body fat percentage.

    Just don't go running naked through the streets of Syracuse, 'K?

    (My other guess is that you have Aquaman's ability to communicate telepathically with marine life, and you're transcribing a particularly short but humorous joke.)

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  3. You are trying to determine the maximum amount of weight you can safely gain that will still allow you to fully submerge in the bath without spilling a drop.

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  4. Anonymous10:04 AM

    Because you know you're on camera and you want to befuddle some poor saps on the Interwebs

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  5. cheriemom9:38 AM

    YOU ARE CHECKING FOR BODY ODOR UNDERWATER!!!!!!!!

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