"Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!"
"The thumb you're witnessing is probably augmented reality. Don't worry, it will disappear soon."
"It depends on you."
"I have no idea what you mean."
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Every time a chicken cross the road, a delivery roast chicken arrives to this side two hours later. That is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange.
"Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!"
"Thumb gives the direction of the Force. The Force is a mysterious energy field created by life that binds the galaxy together. "
"It's your right thumb that's in my soup."
Some researchers are trying to find my poop. I'm embarrassed that they see and analyze my poop. How can I make them stop to do ? I'm Big Foot, by the way..
Best Answer:The more you hide your poop, the more researchers try to track it down. You may need a Copernican Revolution. Why don't you put your poop in an easy-to-understand place? At that time, don't forget to leave a note that says "Made in Big Foot."
Would you rather have a pure heart that can see fairy, or a butthole that can perfectly identify whether it is poop or fart, even if you have bad diarrhea?
Would you rather make an "I DON'T WANT TO MISS A THING" sound every time you hold your helmet under your arm, or an "AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU" sound every time you risk your life to protect someone?
"Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!"
"Don't worry. I'm not infected."
"Sorry?"
"I am absolutely not infected."
"Infected with what?"
"I am not infected with anything you fear to die."
"Well, then, I'm relieved to hear that... Hey!!!!"
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Somehow you seem to interested in why the chicken crossed the road. Don't you think it's strange that the chicken sometimes breathes fire?
"Waiter! Waiter! Your thumb is in my soup!"
"Why do you call me as if you call a waiter who is far away?"
"Because I am so surprised."
"Simply because my thumb is in your soup?"
"Because both of your thumbs are in my soup."
"Why did the chicken cross the road?"
"The chicken believed that if he could cross the road with his eyes closed, the spell on him would be broken."
"What kind of spell... oh, did a wicked witch put the curse on a prince to become the chicken?"
"No! A gourmet witch cast the spell on the chicken to make him taste better."
"Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!"
"Yes, sir. A fly? Where?"
"Huh? Look at this!"
"I'm sorry, but... there's no such thing as a fly."
"Huh! What's this then?"
"Please don't cram a fly that doesn't exist into my mouth!"
Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!
If I took my thumb out of the soup, I had to put the other four fingers in it instead. But I think it's a bit tacky.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because it's a traditional event that has been held for many years since 1847. It will continue until one of chickens has courage to declare to stop crossing the road.
Waiter, waiter, your thumb is in my soup!
Yes, ma'am. You are saying about my thumb, aren't you? My grandmother also used to say to me about my thumb as follows. "Your thumb looks exactly like your grandfather's."
Why did the chicken cross the road?
The chicken is usually wise enough not to do such a dangerous thing. But he was beside himself with joy when he learned how to ride a bike.
"Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!"
"The fly that survived by slipping through the trap of flypapers fell into the soup in the end and died."
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"The same is true of human beings."
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"The fly got too carried away."
"......Flypapers?"
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I'll bring SFSF to you ASAP.
What does it mean ...?
As soon as possible!
I know! Other one!
Alright. Well, SFSF is abbreviation for a Spoon For Scooping Flies.
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"So I'll just do it! OK! Are you satisfied?"
The chicken is a victim of WHY-DID-THE-CHICKEN-CROSS-THE-ROAD?-HARASSMENT.
"Who would you like to speak to?"
"Mr. Pieter van den Hoogenband, please."
"There are two Pieter van den Hoogenband here."
"I'd like to speak to Pieter van den Hoogenband who becomes talkative when he gets drunk."