Oh, Syneptus, you're so easily amused.

By simple, I would never assume depressed. And sure, I think you're simple. Doesn't have to mean stupid though. I've known many a college student so terribly inundated with information that they enjoy nothing more than an old Tom and Jerry cartoon after a day of classes. If that is simple, so be it.

http://www.youtube.com/v/IAvo-9sv5G0

I'd lose on purpose, twice if I could.  Who cares about a little tazer shock?

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if he could export the work to Mexico or China?

I dunno about that. Imagine a billion woodchucks chucking wood like mad.

That's assuming instead of just sending orders to have the work outsourced, he shows up in person at the Chinese factories to oversee operations. They would be so hungry that they would serve him with a Chinese duck sauce, which has no actual duck in it. Freaking rip.

never tried it, but I'm not a big fish person. is the duck sauce good on red meat or should I try it out with chicken and pheasant?

I always thought so, but a white wine mustard is also fairly strong, some would even say pungent, and I find it compliments beef tenderloin quite well. I'm inclined to believe you, but I can't help but wonder.

There's nothing funny about food.

yeah, but the tenderloin was soooo good after a hard workout.

Death speaks:

There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, “Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me.”

The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, “Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?”

“That was not a threatening gesture,” I said, “it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra."

~ Arab Tale

Dodged the question.

Richter {^}