So, Damon and I go to lunch today. At Zen.
He orders the spicy chicken bowl, white meat, white rice.
I order the spicy chicken bowl, white meat, brown rice.
He comments
Ah, one of those brown-rice heathens, eh?
To which my reply is:
Hey, I’m not a riceist!
He’s still trying not to hit me…
But I read a line on slashdot that I wanted to share:
You should have let Schrodinger look after it.
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