Ah, but what about the monkey? Don’t forget the obligatory monkey.
Q.E.D. doesn’t know the complete list of silent films that survive in one form or another, nor does Q.E.D. know the one person that does.
Q.E.D. probably doesn’t know what they’re serving for dinner in my college cafeteria tonight.
Granted, I’m just heading down there and, even once I’m there, I’m probably not going to be able to tell…
Q.E.D. doesn’t know who the next post will be.
Q.E.D. doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into here.
Had to jump in quick before Q.E.D. sniped the next post and proved you wrong. 
I believe he knows comparatively little about the Australian Butt-Breathing Turtle.
Ah! But, Colibri, does he know nothing of it?
I’m starting to wonder if I want to know the answer. . .
**Q.E.D. ** doesn’t know that I was the hit-and-run driver who knocked into his car… and uhh…
Q.E.D. does not know when MDOT will finally get off their lazy drunken asses and patch the 796,567,456,103 potholes that currently infest Michigan roads.
Q.E.D. doesn’t know if your chewing gum loses its flavor on the bedpost overnight…
Q.E.D. doesn’t know Jack Schitt!
Yeah, I had a similar experience a couple days ago after he answered a question about certain colors bleeding on TV’s (ironically, he may know which thread I’m talking about, as I can’t find it)…thought about making a thread kinda like this one, too…shrugs
And for my two cents:
Q.E.D. doesn’t know the Blood capacity of a penis…or if he does, he’s keeping the answer to himself.
Niether Q.E.D. nor anyone else outside of my inner circle knows where I hid my 1920’s style death ray.
Q.E.D. knows where he’s going, but he doesn’t know where he’s been.
He probably doesn’t know why I’m in this particular hotel room, much less why I’m in the hotel.
He doesn’t know the way to San Jose from my home. Hell, even Mapquest doesn’t get the first 50 yards of the trip right.
Geeze, you guys are killing me here! 
Q.E.D. doesn’t know when to quit. 
q.e.d. does not know bo.
But, Bo knows Q.E.D.
Q.E.D. knows nothing about my trips to the bathroom.
With all this crap, you guys haven’t convinced me that Q.E.D. knows anything at all.
Q.E.D. knows how to deal with people like you…
Q.E.D does not know how many licks it takes to get to the chewy Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop.