Confucian insight from an unexpected breakfast nook.
Ryan and I were just talking and laughing stupidly as usual, and he posed a most intriguing philosophical question:
If you eat on the toilet is there a point?
It's quite the riddle, almost Chinese in its convoluted simplicity. For this, the spirit of Confucius came to me and, like a fortune cookie produced in 1974, delivered unto me the answer:
Man who eat on toilet crap from mouth.
I share this insight with you all, so that it may improve your lives as it will improve Ryan's and mine.
Okay, really, I'm just recording it here to remind myself of the brilliance, so that I may share it with Ryan again and we may laugh stupidly unto the dawn.
Now I must research Pat Sajak's ultraconservative leanings.
If you eat on the toilet is there a point?
It's quite the riddle, almost Chinese in its convoluted simplicity. For this, the spirit of Confucius came to me and, like a fortune cookie produced in 1974, delivered unto me the answer:
Man who eat on toilet crap from mouth.
I share this insight with you all, so that it may improve your lives as it will improve Ryan's and mine.
Okay, really, I'm just recording it here to remind myself of the brilliance, so that I may share it with Ryan again and we may laugh stupidly unto the dawn.
Now I must research Pat Sajak's ultraconservative leanings.