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Occam's Close Shave

Once in awhile even the most brilliant-high-power-light-minds
want to get down and boogie, so it was that on this
particular night Mr. Occam opted for the red light
district of his town, now it's not that easy, I have
been told to let your hair down when you've been shaved
down to the last strand on your shiny head...
but i digress
with fear and trepidation nary a breath of salvation,
Mr Occam knocks on the door. ....gathering courage
he starts pounding, and pounding
still no answer.... then as soon
as he started to look for something to break down the
door (by this time he was, well you know...he had visions
of sugar plums in his bed)....just then
when he found a large
enough stick that would do the trick.... a voice from the
other side of the door yelled: "GO AWAY, NOBODY'S HOME".

And then he went home frustrated as hell, started scribbling
and came up with his master plan.


— Kailashana, Nov 16, 2008

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