tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19928946.post3342413159313048151..comments2023-04-16T09:57:06.336-04:00Comments on furthermore, flask: i really hate thisflaskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02926786246931651655noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19928946.post-25412387414448324362012-07-25T17:02:09.914-04:002012-07-25T17:02:09.914-04:00Now, now. Let us not be too critical.
When I was...Now, now. Let us not be too critical.<br /><br />When I was about 4 or 5, my father would let me steer the pickup truck from the barn to the house - a journey of some 1000 feet. I think our top speed was 3 MPH and our path, with me steering, was - creative. Naturally I was under supervision.<br /><br />The question I kept asking my father was something along the line of, "Why does it keep going all over the place?"Mad Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06190137186843630543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19928946.post-73259999946813807102012-07-24T22:34:52.730-04:002012-07-24T22:34:52.730-04:00Intelligence has it's limits. Stupidity is bou...Intelligence has it's limits. Stupidity is boundless.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.com