The Amazing, Yet Partly True Story of
How it All Began!!
It started with a bowl of goulash.
The problem was that the goulash neither goued nor lashed.
Consequently, it made a rather subaverage goulash.
So it resorted to trying something else--being a bowl of okra.
After all, it had the whole disgustingly-unidentifiable stew theme
happening, so it thought, "Nobody knows what okra is, and I have
no idea what I am. We may have something here." So it was okra.
For three days.
On the third day it smelled really good, so I ate it.
The funny thing is that I hate okra. Go fig.
That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.