It’s not that I hate the sesame seeds, you know. Don’t hate, berate, and if that doesn’t go good, precipatate!
Just kiddin’, hating is alright, especially hating those unlinkry eilly wots that derailed me last thread, that’s wot! Anyways, back to the sesame seeds.
Well, here is a poetic diagram to show my dislike of sesame seeds, all scientific methods and the knot’s like!
- I do not like sesame seeds in my car, I would hate sesame seeds from afar.*
From this we can conclude that I do not like sesame seeds in a car, and from inference we can assume that I would not like them in any sort of moving transportation, wot that’s ever be, b’y!
*This indicates that no matter how far I am from the seeds, I will be hating them. I’d hate them from here to chicago, from here to anchorage, froom here to the moon, and from here to the andromeda cluster. From here to nowhere, by lollying I could good conclude, if the notion striked me hard and by a’ by!
X is equal to the sesame seeds, Y is my hate of them, and since they are both 1, my hate is constant.
- I do not like sesame seeds in my pie, I do not like big sesame seeds, I cannot deny.
Fro’ this I say I dunna like it in my pie. And I would dare say, from this fact, I could say(if my heart’s willin’ and thrillin’) I do not like it in any sort of accompaniment of food! What a brain jammer of a concept!
The last thing that I be telling ya in the number two is that I dunna be liking the seeds no matter what size they are, by a’ by! True, I would swear on the good lord’s book, if my morals would let me swear, and my lord dinnae mind it! True, true.
- There’s no 3, just like there’s no sesame seeds in my bagel!