Ask the guy who knows everything

A year and a half ago I started the thread ‘Ask the guy who knows nothing’.

That was me then; a total moron. I owned it, made no excuses - I was completely without glue or rivets.

After striking out with Honey Boo Boo, and getting clobbered by Kardashians in the ‘Stupid What the Fuck Olympics’, I came to realize that ignorance and idiocy, might be an impediment to personal growth.

To improve myself, I have completed many online and community college courses that range from Mud Puddling to Quantom Loop Gravity Theory.

Consequently, I now know everything.

For the record; 42 is not the answer. The scent of cinnamon is. And, sorry, there is an end to turtles.

I will endeavour to reply to all questions, but due to my work on cold fusion, faster than light travel, and fashionable yet tasteful prom wear, I may not always be able to respond immediately.

I invite others who know almost everything to take up the slack.

Did you know that there’s a dead stud horse in my bath tub?

Y’uns must have a better dealer that I do …:cool:

The ‘dead horse stud’ is frequently used to support the ‘live cow tail beam’ and is usually set in a bathtub (as in your case) or shower stall.

Y 'uns are usually construed as ‘young ones’ or ‘get off my lawn ones’. Generally recognized in the literature as ‘bite me.’

What was my locker combination in high school?

Machinists call the 4th decimal place “tenths”. (1/10 of a thousandth, but you already knew that.) My question is: If I have a number that goes to more than 4 decimal places, but I’m only going to work with 4, should I round the tenths, or cut the number off after the tenths?

The answer to that actually is 42.

Why were the Borogoves all so mimsy?

Even though the moon is only 1/4 the size of the earth, it is much farther away. Why?

How many?

Where are my Keys?

Are we there yet?

Capt

WOW nailed it!

Why does the porridge bird lay its eggs in the air?

BLASPHIMER!!! HERETIC!!! 42 is always the answer. Except for cat questions. Answer me this, why didn’t Schrodinger’s cat just scratch him up and run away instead of being stuffed in a box?

Wise-ass the poor rich bard lazy leg in the ire?

That’s the worst transliteration of Gaelic I’ve ever seen.

Bear with me - I’ve had a few Guinness. It can only get better after a wee dram or three. And a couple more Guinness.

Yes or no?

What about Yutes?