David F wrote:
Just explain why I always get an odd number of socks out of the washing machine no matter how many I put in? Including where n = 0!
I wondered about the inordinate quantity of odd socks; they never do get matched up. They must be the spam.
--- Jenny_Hopkins@toby-churchill.com wrote:
David F wrote:
Just explain why I always get an odd number of socks out of the
washing
machine no matter how many I put in? Including where n = 0!
I wondered about the inordinate quantity of odd socks; they never do get matched up. They must be the spam.
The bit which always gets me is the way that there is always an odd number left in the machine, and thus I have come up with the following theory:
As the washing machine spins faster and faster the space as the socks perceive it alters untill finally the fabric of space breaks and one lucky sock drops out of our space into hyperspace whereby it travels as best it can to a planet where all the socks live. One day I will find this planet, work as a limo driver for a small family of green sports socks before returning to earth, up following my coodinates people will find a hermit who claims nothing is true, he will later be discovered to be lying.
Thanks
D
PS SOrry, has been along night and I haven't slept. Need JAVA!
PPS thats java as in handing a java assignment in.
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David Freeman wrote:
--- Jenny_Hopkins@toby-churchill.com wrote:
David F wrote:
Just explain why I always get an odd number of socks out of the
washing
machine no matter how many I put in? Including where n = 0!
I wondered about the inordinate quantity of odd socks; they never do get matched up. They must be the spam.
The bit which always gets me is the way that there is always an odd number left in the machine, and thus I have come up with the following theory:
As the washing machine spins faster and faster the space as the socks perceive it alters untill finally the fabric of space breaks and one lucky sock drops out of our space into hyperspace whereby it travels as best it can to a planet where all the socks live. One day I will find this planet, work as a limo driver for a small family of green sports socks before returning to earth, up following my coodinates people will find a hermit who claims nothing is true, he will later be discovered to be lying.
Hmm... I seem to remember an old episode of 'Ren & Stimpy' that developed on this theme...
Certainly there was a planet covered in single socks, anyway!
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