Um, I'm just gonna leave now.
Wasn't there just a person here?
Yes, we know that from your avatar.
At last someone has discovered my secret! I am, in fact, a goat. A very extrodinary goat but a goat none the less.
Have a lollipop.
aperson wrote:At last someone has discovered my secret! I am, in fact, a goat. A very extrodinary goat but a goat none the less.
Have a lollipop.
Thank you, but no.
They stick to my fur.
But...tell me...why should I have a lollipop because you are a goat?
Because he already ate the paper and now he wants to eat the stick, but he needs someone to eat the candy first.
Silly rabbit.
By the way, I'm very happy you are goat. That's nice. If you were a sheep, that'd be another story altogether. They'd be picking your fleece out of the rafters.
But I like goats just fine.
I thought dogs ate rabbits?
But I suppose that's not a very healthy rabbit eh?
I am perfectly healthy, thank you.
But I am also 5' 6" and extremely well armed.
Any dog tries to eat ME will be vapourized.
Or any person.
Such a lonely Bun Bun you must be.
So, it's been posited elsewhere that beyond the age of 25 or so that the brain is full, and that any additional bit of information that goes in must necessarily displace another bit of information.
Are we in control of this process? Am I constantly deciding, on some level, that I want to throw out this memory of a pile of blocks for the current APR on my credit card, or do I have no say in the matter?
Am I losing valuable memories by reading, by watching TV, by surfing the web?
Could a solid night of speed reading give me amnesia?
Poke it. See if it moves.
I held a hand mirror to its snout. I think it's breathing. Feebly, but . . .
STAY AWAY FROM THE LIGHT, LITTLE THREAD! STAY WITH US! YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!
