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spaceyTopic: General
...okay, so pi and euler's number walk into a bar, sit at the barstools and start hootin' and hollerin'. Pi buys a round of drinks, then e buys, and so on and so forth.
Eventually the bartender asks them both what exactly they're celebrating. Pi looks at the bartender with a shiteater grin and yells: "IT'S THURSDAY!!!"
The bartender slowly backs away as the numbers get quashed, and when the manager comes along the bartender asks him what the hell is up with those two.
The manager looks at the inebreated digits, sighs and shakes his head:
"I dunno. I just don't know. They're always comin' in and partying for no reason at all. I guess I'll just never understand that kind of irrational exuberance..."
*Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp*...
I'm here all week, by the way; try the veal.
