As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
A man has 3 balls. He needs to get over his bridge but it will only hold the weight of him and 2 balls at any one time. And finnaly he is only allowed 1 journey over and one journey back. Yet he still gets all 3 balls and himself over in 1 trip. How is this possible.
Posted by BlackGold at 9/15/2006 11:16:00 AM
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