Sunday, November 10, 2024

two times fourty seven thousand eight hundred and twenty-two

A wallet, a shelf and a bottle of profundity walk into a bar.

An enigmatic, a burrow of wealth and a pinch of celestial lint walk into a bar.

That a bunker under the Sun would keep the ideas from riding a horse would be the least likely of an event that were it to have begun before it started, the time play would lapse while doing laps.

I'd have voted for the ceiling to be raised by one and two/thirds of a picometer.

How small is a picometer? Why don't you ask the tip of a pin. 

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