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It was a mystery like when you put 2 pieces of
bread in a toaster.
Where do they go?
And where do those 2 pieces of toast come from?
I asked God.
God: How the hell would I know? Got any butter?
I peered sheepishly into the toaster.
Actually, I got my foot stuck in the toaster as I don’t
have a cat. I sleep with my toaster on the comforter of
my bed because it’s warm and it reminds me of my former
cat. A cat whose coincidentally was named “Toaster!”
What are the odds? Anyway one of the paramedics who
arrived to help was a sheep.
Later, when I got to work that morning I took my work toaster
out of my desk drawer and put it on my desk top and spent the
next hour just looking at it.
Joe: “Hey, that’s great you have a toaster on your desk.
Mind if I make some toast!”
This thought had never occurred to me.
Using a toaster at work to make toast at work.
Frankly, the idea was so crazy it just might succeed.
It was like putting a man on the moon.
Only putting a man on the moon with toast.
It was like relativity just sitting there waiting to
be discovered by Einstein.
Einstein: Hey, what happened to those 2 pieces of bread we put in the toaster and where did those 2 pieces of toast come from?