THE BOY ON THE RIGHT LOOKS JUST LIKE ELLEN DEGENERES!!!
hahahahhahahaahhahaah god i love u LIAM JAMES PAYNE
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The Barber Paradox
The Barber paradox is attributed to the British philosopher Bertrand Russell. It highlights a fundamental problem in mathematics, exposing an inconsistency in the basic principles on which mathematics is founded.
The barber paradox asks us to consider the following situation: In a village, the barber shaves everyone who does not shave himself, but no one else.
The question that prompts the paradox is this: Who shaves the barber?
No matter how we try to answer this question, we get into trouble.
If we say that the barber shaves himself, then we get into trouble. The barber shaves only those who do not shave themselves, so if he shaves himself then he doesn’t shave himself, which is self-contradictory.
If we say that the barber does not shave himself, then problems also arise. The barber shaves everyone who does not shave himself, so if he doesn’t shave himself then he shaves himself, which is again absurd.
Even if we try to get clever, saying that the barber is a woman, we do not evade the paradox. If the barber is a woman, then she either shaves herself (and so is one of the people not shaved by the barber), or does not shave herself (and so is one of the people shaved by the barber). Both cases, then, are impossible; the barber can neither shave himself nor not shave himself.
The question ‘who shaves the barber?’ is unanswerable.
Only my Mother…
My mother tells me she wants me to cook Beef Wellington for Mother’s Day lunch… She then proceeds to buy a beef fillet the size of an obese 30 year old African Rock Python that’s just swallowed a kudu whole.
There is not enough puff pastry IN THE WORLD to cover this damn thing.
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
It’s crazy how much I can relate to strangers…I love Tumblr. (:
MYBRETHREN. I HAVE FOUND MY BRETHREN.
I totally friggin’ nodded and then freaked the frick out when I read the next line where it accused me of doing the very thing O_O
THIS.
All I have to say about Tumblr:
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“Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.”
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