We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.
Only one, but the lightbulb has to want to change.
Two. One to screw it in and one to not screw it in.
Three. One to screw it in and two others to share the experience.
Never mind, just let your mother sit in the dark.
Two. But how’d they get in there?
A fish. (sometimes told as “purple” or “a tree”)
Three. One to dispose of the old bulb in an environmentally sound manner, one to make sure the new bulb is union-made/union-installed, one to blame it all on the conservatives.
Three. One to call the help, one to mix the drinks, one to blame it all on the liberals.
That’s not funny.
What the hell does it matter? We’re all gonna die anyway.
“If we submit everything to reason, our religion will have no mysterious or supernatural element. If we offend the principles of reason, our religion will be absurd and ridiculous.” Blaise Pascal
“Sherlock Holmes once said that once you have eliminated the
impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be
the answer. I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.
The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it that the merely improbable lacks.”
– Douglas Adams’s Dirk Gently, Holistic Detective