I'm quite aware of the way
SHELDON
humans usually reproduce,
which is messy, unsanitary
and involves loud and
unnecessary appeals to a
OUOTES
deity.
They were
threatened by
my intelligence
and too stupid to
know that's why
they hated me.
I can't be impossible— I
exist! I believe what you
meant to say is — 'I give
up, he's improbable'.
I don't need sleep, I need
answers. I need to
determine where, in this
I don't say anything. I merely offer you a facial
expression that suggests you've gone insane.
You have to check your messages. The
leavingof a message is one half of a
social construct, which is completed
by the checking of the message. If
that contract breaks down, then all
social contracts break down, and we
descend into anarchy.
Interesting. Sex works even better than
swamp of unbalanced
chocolate to modify behavior. I wonder
formulas, squatteth the
if anyone else has stumbled onto this?
toad of truth.
My existence is a continuum, so
If outside is so good, why has
I've been what I am at each point
man kind spent thousa nds of years
in the implied time period.
trying to perfect inside?
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