Well you are stupid.
See? You are a mack daddy Coasting.....quote hannahmontana
Coasting, you are a mack daddy and a genius....quote Serendipper
I know violence is not the answer. I got it wrong on purpose.
“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he'd learned in seven years.” Mark Twain (apocryphal)
It's not me that wrong. It's the Mets. (4-2 Marlins last night!)
I am, in many ways, wrong. I am ok with that. What's your excuse?
Of course you are all wrong. You can't all be right, now can you?
2008 Rans V3 - steel steed
1984 Trek 620 - old warhorse
Two wrongs make a right. Therefore I am right 1/3 of the time.
am always right and have no clue as to what you are referring to here now.
I think this is aptly illustrated in the old parable of the woodcarver's son and the raccoon maiden.
One day, a struggling woodcarver's son (Lars), was scouting the forest for suitable pieces of wood for his father to carve, when he came upon some colorful berries. They were a lovely shade of blue when the sun shone directly on them, and a rich purple when it did not. Lars thought to himself, "this is even more lovely than the paint job on Gustov's Klein", and was about to eat one when he heard a strange, yet beautiful sound from a nearby glen. Entranced by the sound, he slowly walked towards it. He was completely astonished to find that the source of the mysterious sound was a small, lithe, fulsome raccoon maiden who was standing near a brooklet, dipping nuts and grubs in the cool wash before popping them into her delicate little mouth.
"What have you brought me?" she inquired. Before thinking, Lars held forth the lovely berries, to which she could only respond "ooooohhhhh". Composing herself, she beckoned Lars to approach. She took one of the berries, and dipped it in the brooklet several times, bidding Lars to do the same. She then popped it into her mouth, and Lars did the same. They looked at each other with goofy smiles, and five minutes later they were both dead from the poison.
The search for inner peace continues...
Wake up, peepoes. Dain't know such fing as a rackoon mayden.
Two wrongs do not make a right. What does that leave us?
So if I have this right, I'm wrong...right?