Unfortunately, at the time I didn't realize that the Port-a-Potty was, in fact, a phone booth.
It's a really good thing to not usually ask for much, cause that way, if you have a fight with someone later, you can say, "I don't ask for much, but..."
As she walked in he was saying "...and I dare anyone to say that weasel death matches aren't appropriate for the whole family." She gave him a strange look then, and he realized maybe she didn't share his views on rodent squirmishes after all.
Few people realize that the funniest thing about pies in the face isn't in the actual clobbering by pastry, but in the pie itself. It must ALWAYS be either coconut or banana cream. Blueberry just doesn't work. If you don't believe me, try it yourself.
Honestly. Aren't people really just giant elves?
I'm somewhat of an intellectual. I believe very strongly in reason, deduction, and all that. I think that for any unexplained phenomena, there is always a logical explanation. Possibly involving mutant shrews. Cause you know, they're into everything.
What would we do if the written language was never invented? Would we just throw rocks at people that were far away to gain their attention, and then yell out our message? Would we always have to use a stone to interrupt someone who's busy so that we can give them our message immediately, rather than leaving a note for them to read at their convenience? Without the written language, would we all just be constantly pelting each other with rocks? I think so.
Money can't buy you happiness. But I'll bet the basic components of happiness are readily available at the nearest supermarket. You see, it's just like that bomb that can be made out of fertilizer and household cleaning supplies. All we really need is the recipe. Maybe if you mixed anti-depressants with champagne? I may be on to something here.
Everyone talks about moving back and forth through time. What about moving sideways? C'mon people, think OUTSIDE the box.
I recently saved pi from a website to about 2, 300, 000 places. My computer was barely able to muster the processing power. I then spent a couple hours trimming it down to an even million, and sent it as an attachment to various people. Pi. To EXACTLY 1, 000, 000 places. I'll tell you why I did this. If there was any doubt, any doubt at all, as to the huge gaping hole that is my lack of a life, this is absolute proof. If anyone would like a copy of pi to one million places, just e-mail me. There's pi for everyone. Bring your own paper plates.
Carpe diem. Sezia, los archiveus.