Originally posted by PalynkaWell, dark has to be pretty fast. When you turn on the light in a dark room, notice how quickly the dark leaves the room.
I don't know, I can't see in the dark.
Did you ever wonder where the dark goes? The light bulb sucks it up. Actually, light bulbs are mis-named. They should be called dark suckers.
You may have noticed that old fluorescent bulbs turn black at their ends. It's from all the dark they've sucked in.
And if you've ever broken open an old dry-cell battery, you've seen that it is black inside, from sucking up all that dark. That's why they eventually burn out. They're full up with dark.
To witness the speed of dark, briskly pull open the door to your darkened clothes closet. Almost instantly all the dark will be sucked out of your closet, leaving only light behind.
So, I think we can conclude that dark does have a speed. We need, only, to find a scientific method to measure it.
***There! Is that stupid enough for this Thread?
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That concludes my stupid statements at this time. Stay tuned for more at 11:00.
Originally posted by kellsyI'm a good player? 😲😲😲
I was looking around this site to see if I could find a good player to challenge, anyway I found "palynka", but I decided not to approach this player because if you spelt his/her name backwards it reads, Akny-Lap.😲
Why didn't anyone tell me before?
A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller.
He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.
Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday
Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name.
The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and
that it's okay, he knows the bank manager.
Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some
collateral.
The frog says, Sure. I have this, and produces a tiny porcelain
elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.
Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the
bank manager and disappears into a back office.
She finds the manager and says,
There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know
you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as
collateral.
She holds up the tiny pink elephant.
I mean, what in the world is this?
The bank manager looks back at her and says...
It's a knickknack, Patty Whack.
Give the frog a loan.
His old man's a Rolling Stone.