Once upon a time there were three Spanish Conquistadors that happened to be transgendered. Their armor was pink and fluffy, with little lambs and bunnies imprinted on the codpiece. Their quest was to destroy the credibility of Beatrix Potter. First they went to the beer store to supply themselves with the necessary three kegs apiece and caught a glimpse of the Flying Spaghetti Monster in the Men's room. They bowed down, oblivious of the fact that three guillotines were ready to kill their parrots and eye-patches. They asked Him to bless their mugs of ale. As the guillotines were being readied, a gigantic purple Koolaid pitcher smashed into all three blades, preventing the severing of their umbilical cords which let the Conquistadors, pimps, weathermen, and the One who Rules Them All escape into Mordor. But, due to Farmer McGregor's bad breath, they were a little retarded.
Bobby Henderson arrived wearing an unusual watered silk ensemble, encrusted with large, red rhinestones. He danced suggestively with the unbelievably large unwieldy sword of Damocles hanging over his head, while...
"Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens."
("Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.")
-- Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805)
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
-- Philip K Dick
OK, now let's look at four dimensions on the blackboard.
-- Dr. Joy
English isn't much of a language for swearing. When I studied Ancient Greek I was delighted to discover a single word - Rhaphanidosthai - which translates roughly as "Be thou thrust up the fundament with a radish for adultery."