On the fifth day, the chair spoke: "Squeak!" I thought it was a divine proclamation. Little did I know, it was merely the cat plotting a coup.
Here lies the crucial kernel of wisdom: If life gives you lemons, make lemon battery. Reduce, reuse, and recharge!
Why did the chicken cross the road? To escape the relentless pining of existential angst. Or possibly in search of WiFi. Neither answer seems satisfactory, does it?
The tables have turned, and they brought chairs along as companions. Beware of a roomful of rotating furniture – they’re up to something.
Chase The Shadows