I can’t believe how rude Socrates the Turkey was to Bertram. He only managed to speak one sentence, and even that was cut off by the Turkey. Also, I don’t know why you would trust a table. I mean seriously, they’re known to be superficial backstabbers.
It’s all good to talk about parts of a spoon, but how much more interesting are the parts of a spork. The guy in the five part special should’ve used a spork to get the K off his forehead. I mean, sporks are not as convenient as forks, and are terrible spoons. Seriously, try eating soup with a spork. Those things are pointless. Just ask the Notorious Hamster. He turned me on to this conspiracy.
Yeah, that’s why Socrates the Turkey doesn’t get invited places much. Were he here right now, he’d be all, “What is a spork? Is it a spark at the quantum level?”
And just when you’d be about to interject with a tidbit linking sporks to Shrodinger’s cat in that–hot crackers!–it’s both a fork and a spoon at once, the way the cat is alive and dead at once, StT would just be all, “Does it truly take only a spark to get a fire going? Isn’t some kind of fuel necessary? What is quantum fuel? Do they sell chips and beer at quantum gas stations?”
Aw crud, I should’ve saved that quantum spork joke for a comic.
I can’t believe how rude Socrates the Turkey was to Bertram. He only managed to speak one sentence, and even that was cut off by the Turkey. Also, I don’t know why you would trust a table. I mean seriously, they’re known to be superficial backstabbers.
Tables are indeed quite dastardly…
It’s all good to talk about parts of a spoon, but how much more interesting are the parts of a spork. The guy in the five part special should’ve used a spork to get the K off his forehead. I mean, sporks are not as convenient as forks, and are terrible spoons. Seriously, try eating soup with a spork. Those things are pointless. Just ask the Notorious Hamster. He turned me on to this conspiracy.
Yeah, that’s why Socrates the Turkey doesn’t get invited places much. Were he here right now, he’d be all, “What is a spork? Is it a spark at the quantum level?”
And just when you’d be about to interject with a tidbit linking sporks to Shrodinger’s cat in that–hot crackers!–it’s both a fork and a spoon at once, the way the cat is alive and dead at once, StT would just be all, “Does it truly take only a spark to get a fire going? Isn’t some kind of fuel necessary? What is quantum fuel? Do they sell chips and beer at quantum gas stations?”
Aw crud, I should’ve saved that quantum spork joke for a comic.