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Logic 101

You are what you eat.
Cows eat vegetables.
Therefore cows are vegetables.

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ozisim
Dec. 11th, 2007 10:39 am (UTC)
*blinks*
Does that mean that Sim is Sushi?
halloranelder
Dec. 11th, 2007 10:54 am (UTC)
That would explain a few things...
paradigmshifty
Dec. 11th, 2007 10:41 am (UTC)
I eat women. Does that mean...
halloranelder
Dec. 11th, 2007 10:55 am (UTC)
You wish! :)
paradigmshifty
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:08 am (UTC)
Bloody ugly one if I were :-)
ozisim
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:02 am (UTC)
damn! - wish I'd've thought of that first...
*headdesk*
paradigmshifty
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:09 am (UTC)
We could get together and test it out ;-p
ozisim
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:14 am (UTC)
*blinks*
Well it'd certainly be cheaper than surgery...
paradigmshifty
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:35 am (UTC)
More fun too :-)
ozisim
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:56 am (UTC)
hmm... still, there is always the chances of meeting a cute doctor / surgeon / anesthetiest... (/nurse)
towkarn
Dec. 11th, 2007 01:15 pm (UTC)
So it's fine for vegetarians to eat cows! Yay! Now I can unashamedly cook slabs of meat (vegetable?) for them!
elfs
Dec. 11th, 2007 05:53 pm (UTC)
Logic 102: Gingerbread houses are made out of gingerbread. Therefore, birdhouses are made out of birds. (Or so says the smaller small.)
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halloranelder
Dec. 11th, 2007 11:25 pm (UTC)
I don't think I've ever claimed I wasn't. :)
paradigmshifty
Dec. 19th, 2007 06:35 am (UTC)
I still say the hardest thing about eating vegetables is straining the wheelchairs out...
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