Keywords: hamburger, soup kitchen, Thoreau, Fatty Arbungle, poor souls, abstract painting, the gift of art
I was going to leave a comment but I somehow hit Ctrl+V and…this came up. I will go with it.
Bill Gates With St. Peter…
Bill Gates dies and walks up to the pearly gates.
St Peter: Well, you’ve got a choice. Have a look around here. Pop down to Hell and see what
Satan has to offer. Check us out, and then let me know your decision.
Bill has a look around heaven. There are lots of sombre people singing hymns, praising the Lord (and probably writing Ada:?). He goes down to Hell. There are beautiful beaches, lots of sun, sand, attractive women (and a lot of C+ and Basic :?). Long cool drinks that never get you drunk. He loves it. He goes back to St Peter.
Gates: Look, I know you’re really doing good things here, but Hell seems more with it. More my kind of scene, you know what I mean? No hard feelings, but I pick Hell.
St Peter: No worries. You’ve got it.
Bill finds himself back in Hell, neck deep in fire and brimstone, suffering eternal torment. He can’t understand it.
Gates: Hey! St Peter! Where are the beautiful girls, the long beaches and cool drinks?
St Peter: Sorry if you got confused, that was just the demo version!
I was going to leave a comment but I somehow hit Ctrl+V and…this came up. I will go with it.
Bill Gates With St. Peter…
Bill Gates dies and walks up to the pearly gates.
St Peter: Well, you’ve got a choice. Have a look around here. Pop down to Hell and see what
Satan has to offer. Check us out, and then let me know your decision.
Bill has a look around heaven. There are lots of sombre people singing hymns, praising the Lord (and probably writing Ada:?). He goes down to Hell. There are beautiful beaches, lots of sun, sand, attractive women (and a lot of C+ and Basic :?). Long cool drinks that never get you drunk. He loves it. He goes back to St Peter.
Gates: Look, I know you’re really doing good things here, but Hell seems more with it. More my kind of scene, you know what I mean? No hard feelings, but I pick Hell.
St Peter: No worries. You’ve got it.
Bill finds himself back in Hell, neck deep in fire and brimstone, suffering eternal torment. He can’t understand it.
Gates: Hey! St Peter! Where are the beautiful girls, the long beaches and cool drinks?
St Peter: Sorry if you got confused, that was just the demo version!
— Jarrett Dec 1, 04:41 #Is that the painting of scathing allegory?
— campbell Dec 1, 23:55 #Did the NSB rapscallions refuse to accept it?
It’s nice to see Rienne in a seasonal mood.
Rienne is a littererer. He should learn how to “pitch in”.
wait…
“Pitch… in….”
OH! I get it! That sentence has two meanings! The literal “put the garbage in the bin” and the “help out” meaning.
Genius.
Those marketers at the Trans-national Garbage Alliance really deserve a pat on the ole back!
— Mike Dec 6, 05:23 #