Delusions of humour
I guess that the heat death of the universe is a chicken omelette.
How did they get on a space station? First things first.
Sleeping.
The universe collapses, and we start over.
“Yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas, today!”
I ordered a chicken and some eggs from Amazon. I will let you know.
Have you seen how people drive? Now visualize this in three dimensions.
Two ways of looking at this: 1. Marketing cat does no harm. 2. What else does Marketing really do?
I wonder if he’d get the point if we built a snow guillotine.
In Fusco-land, the zinger is everything. Continuity, not so much.
I guess that the heat death of the universe is a chicken omelette.