I was sitting on a chair in the living room. My pen was lying on the table. I reached out my hand and picked up the pen.
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have you considered that possibly you may have been moving the pen sideways through space time seeing as how the earth is spherical and therefore cannot have a distinct up or down?
ah yes the pen is the potential to write your life, it is before you however you had to make an effort to go forth and grab the potential to make the rest of your life.
have you considered that possibly you may have been moving the pen sideways through space time seeing as how the earth is spherical and therefore cannot have a distinct up or down?
I believe Dave has considered this. He took the time out of his busy schedule to think, and now he is behind on his wall staring commitments.
We don’t leave pens in the living room, as the dog likes to eat them and get ink on the carpet.
Thanks for pausing you busy day to share that with us.
the pen, isn’t it stupid that a pen can do nothing but make little scribbles that impel us to do… nothing?
i once had a pen on a table. i picked it up, then i set it down. hey i used a comma!!
Well that sounds like jolly good fun!
ah yes the pen is the potential to write your life, it is before you however you had to make an effort to go forth and grab the potential to make the rest of your life.
you remind me of the Dalli llama
You shouldn’t have left your chair that moment.
i have a pen
Don’t sell the pen. All will be over if you sell the pen.
What’s a pen? It sounds very sophisticated.
That is quite possibly the most interesting thing that I have ever heard, I might have a heart attack.
It’s good to know that the day after I was born, someone picked up a pen. My life is complete now.
You are a genius