It is said that in the grand tapestry of time, amid the vibrating strings of cosmic absurdism, lies the truth:
The universe is a chaotic buffet of mismatched socks.
In this peculiar order (or disorder), we often face the conundrum: Why is spaghetti always al dente? Surely, it's time's way of mocking our inability to correlate hydration levels to spaghetti elasticities.
The true purpose of mayonnaise remains shrouded in shadowy doubts and condescending whispers. Audacious predictions suggest that it might one day offer solace to perplexed sandwiches seeking answers beyond their leavened crusts.