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Oh My Gawd!!
He says: 'We are not geeks,'I say "YES YOU ARE!"
Odd events
It may be just me but I always find it very strange that people get offended from what they are. Apparently humanity in general has a warped sense of self perception, myself included.Geeks do not actually know they are geeks. Obese people think they are over-weight or "chubby" & people that have serious BO do not seem to notice.
Slim people think they are fat, smart people have low self esteem and natural born leaders feel stupid.
Does grumpy know he's grumpy? or does he think people just aren't serious enough??
Some people (in Camden) dress all black & have a trillion metal studs peircing their skin, they call themselves (or are called) goths. Do they know they are not related to the goths, the visigoths or the ostrogoths etc...?
At the end of the day the world is very very strange.
If you consider that Burma is reluctant to recieve international aid, people which insult the prophet are sentences to death by holy decree, if you can buy land on the moon & supposedly own it, if the dirtiest hole in human anatomy is their mouth...well it all really makes sense.
It makes sense because there are an estiamted 45 billion billion atoms per square centimeter in a person. Those atoms are moving you know...alot can go wrong there...lets not get into molecules or cells..
If we consider the god thesis, everyone else is having a ceremony (marrige) dressed in some culturally influenced way exchaging vows in so called "holy matrimony" before a potentially fictional character.
So having a wedding, dressed as fictional characters & denying geekdom, is really not so bad.
Catch my drift?
Someone Got It Right!
Great Ape! Even the pope now says that "Aliens are our brothers!"I need to find a bar in this smelting pot, where I can chewbacca', spit-n-argue, and get a wee cuppa the gods running ova; 'cause I'm going 99-bananas!
Please don't tell my brothers where._ They claim I still owe them a pint!
So what if I did descend from some teeming on a beach without a pence in a pocket? I'm shelling out today, and I'm still in search of that pence! Forgive me farthing; I know nowt wowt I dew!
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