rule 4278(b)

2003-10-29 - 1:45 p.m.

Which of the following might invoke rule 4278(b) against a grape? A. A waistcoat. B. A hedgehog. C. A clothespeg. D. George W. Bush.

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I'd develope an allergy to Bill Clinton, but I haven't got a sewing machine.

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I place explosives around buttons!

Don't stone me! Not with that shoelace! Mercy!

How can someone so mad wring a cement mixer?

For some reason that site has always amused me. I haven't looked at it in a while, but looking back at it is just... amusing. In a slightly reminiscent way... missing the days when random sentences were actually a source of entertainment. Now I just laugh at the thought of a younger me thinking it was funny. Now, I laugh not at the phrases on the page, but at myself. I laugh at what I used to be.... I laugh at what I have become. I laugh at what the future holds in the shadows of tomorrow.

It's all a joke. A game. Life goes along, and in the blink of an eye, it's gone. You spend your life working for something you think is important, but when you die, it's all forgotten. How long will it take them to forget you? To forget what you stood for? A month, a year, decades, maybe more. But it is certain that eventually you will be no more, not even in the thoughts of others.

Your beliefs. What you spend your life fighting for.

It doesn't matter, does it?

It matters about as much as rule 4278(b). It matters now, but it won't later.

You'll look back and you won't know why you laughed.

Eventually, you'll look back and you won't even remember it.

And the same will happen to you.

Have a nice life. But don't spend it trying to convince yourself that it will mean anything to anyone but you.

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