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Blog Guy, I’m hoping you can help answer a question for me. Where do babies come from?
Er, uh, you should probably ask your parents about that.
Oh. Well, when a a man and a woman love each other very much, they pick up the phone and order a delivery from the Sperm Bike, which pedals over with a gallon of baby-starter.
You mean sort of like the ice cream man?
Sort of, if the ice cream was stored in liquid nitrogen-cooled vacuum containers and delivered by a medical technician on a bike.
Where do these medical technicians get the baby-starter, anyway?
Okay, listen up, troops! I’ve got your duty assignments for the anti-Gaddafi army!
Smith, you’re riding in a tank. Jones, you’re a bombardier. Williams, you fire rocket-propelled grenades and blow up big stuff all day long. Johnson, you’re on Bike Patrol. Williams, you’re…
Blog Guy, I have a question about bicycle racing. I saw pictures recently where it looked like the tires the racers were using didn’t even have any spokes. Is that possible?
Yeah, maybe. Anything’s possible.
Really? That’s your answer? Where did you get such detailed, elaborate information?