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Feb. 23rd, 2003 11:50 amIf you play RPGs, read this
It was a busy week and a busy weekend. Good but busy. It's not that I don't get enough sleep, I usually do, but my life is a lot busier than it was a few years ago. On the whole this is good.
Oh, something I posted in somebody else's journal about Weapons of Mass Destruction (slightly edited, hopefully for the better):
My butter knife is a Weapon of Mass Destruction.
No, really.
Think about it: I use my butter knife to cut butter. Each and every time I cut a pat off of a stick of butter, I've destroyed the integrity of the stick. The stick of butter is a mass. Knives are known to be weapons. Therefore, my butter knife is ipso facto a Weapon of Mass Destruction.
Need more proof?
I live in Massachusetts. A common abbreviation of the state's name is Mass. Anything that resides in Massachusetts is a part of Massachusetts. So dividing anything into two or more pieces means you're breaking up Mass.
My God! I have Weapons of Mass. Destruction!
But I'm not the only one with Weapons of Mass(.) Destruction. I have it on good authority, namely the mattress salesman down the street - mattress salesmen know everything - that most households in the state of Massachusetts are in possession of butter knives. Some of them have stockpiles of them, multiples ready in case they use one too much and need to bring their working allotment back up to normal.
My God, Massachusetts is filled with Weapons of Mass(.) Destruction!
And nothing is being done about it!
I demand that the Bush administration invade Massachusetts and put things back in their places! No more butter knives anywhere! Destroy all stockpiles! I mean sure, we'll have to adjust to using forks for our butter and spoons to cut our steaks but that's a small price to pay for International Freedom. Besides, we shouldn't be getting steak less tender than tenderloin anyways and you can cut that with a spoon. Well, at least a grapefruit spoon.
I just hope nobody's smuggled any butter knives into the White House - things could get ugly.
It was a busy week and a busy weekend. Good but busy. It's not that I don't get enough sleep, I usually do, but my life is a lot busier than it was a few years ago. On the whole this is good.
Oh, something I posted in somebody else's journal about Weapons of Mass Destruction (slightly edited, hopefully for the better):
My butter knife is a Weapon of Mass Destruction.
No, really.
Think about it: I use my butter knife to cut butter. Each and every time I cut a pat off of a stick of butter, I've destroyed the integrity of the stick. The stick of butter is a mass. Knives are known to be weapons. Therefore, my butter knife is ipso facto a Weapon of Mass Destruction.
Need more proof?
I live in Massachusetts. A common abbreviation of the state's name is Mass. Anything that resides in Massachusetts is a part of Massachusetts. So dividing anything into two or more pieces means you're breaking up Mass.
My God! I have Weapons of Mass. Destruction!
But I'm not the only one with Weapons of Mass(.) Destruction. I have it on good authority, namely the mattress salesman down the street - mattress salesmen know everything - that most households in the state of Massachusetts are in possession of butter knives. Some of them have stockpiles of them, multiples ready in case they use one too much and need to bring their working allotment back up to normal.
My God, Massachusetts is filled with Weapons of Mass(.) Destruction!
And nothing is being done about it!
I demand that the Bush administration invade Massachusetts and put things back in their places! No more butter knives anywhere! Destroy all stockpiles! I mean sure, we'll have to adjust to using forks for our butter and spoons to cut our steaks but that's a small price to pay for International Freedom. Besides, we shouldn't be getting steak less tender than tenderloin anyways and you can cut that with a spoon. Well, at least a grapefruit spoon.
I just hope nobody's smuggled any butter knives into the White House - things could get ugly.
