Today people are trying to be funny. I know that feeling. But just like the people typing questions into search engines fail to understand how that works, I fail to make funny things work. I should probably just accept it and move on with my life. Instead I keep on trying.

Oh, well.

“why did the chicken cross the road”?

There are many different answers to this question. But to say it with my favourite – Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

“what is this? sparta!!!”

If you know the answer to that question, why do you ask?