On the Dangers of Having Options

A horse is placed in a field between two pails of oats. He stands there reviewing and contemplating his options, is paralyzed by indecision, and starves rather than eats.

The horse’s owner comes upon the horse. He stands there reviewing and contemplating whether the horse is sleeping, in a coma, or dead, is paralyzed by indecision, and eventually starves to death.

The son of the horse’s owner finds his father and the horse in the field. He stands there reviewing and contemplating his options, is paralyzed by indecision over whether he should use his left or right hand to nudge his father’s shoulder to tell if he is sleeping, drunk or dead, and dies from insulin shock.

A vulture flying overhead spies the two dead man and their horse and flies down to the field. He stands there reviewing and contemplating which carcass he should eat first, becomes paralyzed with indecision, and also starves rather than eats.

Another vulture flies down into the field. He stands there knowing he will eat the horse first, but when reviewing and contemplating which eyeball to start with, he is paralyzed with indecision and also starves to death.

A third vulture flies into the field. He stands there reviewing and contemplating where exactly the basis for moral action comes from in the absence of a belief in a god or higher power, is paralyzed by indecision, and also starves to death.

A wild dog comes upon the field. He stands there convinced that he will eat one of the vultures first, but, when reviewing and contemplating which vulture to start with, he is paralyzed by indecision, and starves rather than eats.

A man passing by on the nearby road stops his motorcycle. As he stands their reviewing and contemplating this scene of carnage, he becomes paralyzed with indecision trying to decide whether there has been some kind of toxic gas release or if it was some variant of bubonic plague, and he also starves to death.

Another man on the road, also riding a motorcycle, comes upon the dead man and his motorcycle. He becomes paralyzed with indecision while reviewing and contemplating who has the nicer motorcycle. Before he can starve to death, he is hit by a garbage truck.

The driver of the garbage truck gets out and becomes paralyzed with indecision when reviewing and contemplating his options: a) bury the corpse of the motorcyclist he has just killed in the woods, b) bury both the corpse and the motorcycle of the motorcyclist he has just killed in the woods, but leave the other dead motorcyclist and his motorcycle on the road, because he really had nothing to do with that, c) bury both corpses and both motorcycles in the woods; d) attempt to crush both the corpses and the motorcycles in his trash truck; e) finally act on his secret “necrophilia-curious” nature and bugger the corpses of both motorcyclists before disposing of them via some method to be determined. He also starves to death.

In a very similar field, roughly 600 miles away, a minister begins to set up tents for a Church revival. He stands there looking in his toolbox reviewing and contemplating his options, becomes paralyzed with indecision over which hammer to use, and starves to death.

His wife, while bringing pies to the tent from the car, suddenly realizes she is thirsty. She stands there reviewing and contemplating whether she should drink water straight from the bottle she is holding or go back to the car and pour it into a cup, is paralyzed with indecision, and dies of thirst.

And in a nearby prison, an inmate is given only a small, stale piece of bread for dinner and savors every bite.

The Most Beautiful Mule in the World

All morning, a man pulls a cart containing his mule up a mountain then breaks for lunch.

He gives the mule his sandwich and apple and hitches himself to the oat bag.

After lunch he hops into the cart next to the mule and steers them both down the mountain into the valley with a wooden rudder.

They stop just outside of town where he hitches the mule up to the cart.

He arrives at the warehouse where he meets Mr. Jacobs.

While they’re loading the cart, Mr. Jacobs pats the mule on the nose, grabs a carrot out of one of the sacks and feeds it to her.

He turns to the man and says, “God, if she just ain’t the most beautiful mule I ever seen.”

When they’re outside of town, the man unhitches the mule, ties him behind the cart and proceeds to pull the cart himself up the mountain.

After stopping briefly for light dinner at the top of the mountain, they both follow the cart down the hill – the man guiding it with a special tether.

About a mile from home, the man then hitches up the mule to the cart

On his deathbed, the man tells his grandson “I once had a beautiful mule. When I’d go over the mountain and take her into the valley town, Mr. Jacobs would always say, ‘God, if she’s not the most beautiful mule in the world.’”

Bowl of Face

Her husband’s face floods with water and empties itself into a bowl.

The wife places the bowl in her freezer.

Once the body starts to turn, she files the proper papers and has it disposed of, but keeps the bowl.

Each morning she takes the bowl out, lets it melt, and then stares into it, hoping to see her husbands face – but she only sees her own reflection.

One day she takes the bowl out with her into the garden.

Halfway through her weeding, she hears the phone ringing indoors and leaves to answer it.

A stray dog comes into the garden and laps up all the water in the bowl.

She returns to find that the dog’s face is now her husband’s face and screams with delight, “Truly! Why if this just isn’t the best of all possible worlds!”

But the dog runs away and she spends the rest of her life searching for this unique animal.

A student asked the famous poet

A student asked the famous poet, “How many words should a poem have?”

“Size.” Pause. “36.”

The student thanked him, went home, and that evening began the first of the 36-word poems which would become his trademark, sparking a tremendously successful career culminating in the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Soon after receiving his Nobel, he saw the famous poet standing in line at a bakery wearing only his boxers.

“How can I ever thank you for your counsel so many years ago?” he asked.

“You can start by finally bringing me my pants!”

And they laughed and they laughed and they laughed until each swallowed his own tongue and died on the spot.

Dialogue Between The Woman Without a Face and Her Boyfriend Who Lacked a Body

“I wish I had a face,” said K, rubbing her body.

“I wish I had a body,” said L, rubbing his face.

“Nothing’s ever simple,” said K.

“If only it could be as simple as Jack Sprat and his wife.”

“Huh?”

“You know – Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean.”

“But you know I can’t eat!” shouted K. “You know I can’t eat. You know I just have a hose, and yet you’re always mentioning eating. You really are a passive-aggressive fucker you know that?”

“Oh. Sorry, Miss Perfect” said L, sarcastically.

“Go get fucked!”

“Now who’s the one being passive aggressive.”

And K rubbed her body.

And L rubbed his face.

J and His Wife

J put too much sugar in his coffee.

His wife said, “What are you trying to do? Rot my teeth?”

J sipped from a very hot bowl of soup.

“Are you trying to make me burn my mouth?” asked the wife.

J read a very scarey story.

“Are you trying to make my hair turn white?” she asked.

One very rainy night, when J’s car was in the shop for repairs, he borrowed his wife’s car to run an errand. On a hairpin turn slick with the rain, J lost control of the car, spun into the opposite lane, crashed through its guard rail and proceeded to tumble down a steep hill where the car eventually came to rest before bursting into flames and immolating J.

Many years later, she still angrily scolded his portrait on the mantle at least once day.

“If you wanted me to get a new car, you should have just bought me one instead of trying to kill me!”

Criminology

The nanny scrubbed the baby with such force that she scrubbed him entirely away.

In a panic, she began scrubbing herself with such force that she scrubbed most of herself away as well.

By the time the baby’s parents came home, only the nanny’s arm and shoulder were left.

Detectives declared it a murder-kidnapping.

Over thirty years later, the case remains unsolved.

Thus, we have even more proof that criminology is an inexact science.

The Case of the Scientist N. Who Sat Under a Tree Which Was Not an Apple Tree But Had an Apple Fall on His Head Nonetheless

The eminent scientist M., an illustrious member of The Royal Institute, threw logic out the window where it landed on a tree branch and dripped down in the form of apples at the rate of ½ apples per hour.

Several hours later, N., a fellow scientist from The Royal Institute, came to sit under the tree to contemplate why sardines do not swim in air.

An apple fell on N.’s head, causing the scientist’s body to lurch upwards for a split second, during which time he had the following thought:

“Could a good bump on the head with a well-thrown apple be just what is needed to jolt these sardines out of their aimless state of flopping about?”

Pleased with himself, he took a bite out of the apple, choked to death, and remained motionless under the tree.

M. looked out the window, saw N.’s supine body, and thought to himself, “Lazy N. Always off sleeping somewhere instead of doing work. No wonder he hasn’t come up with anything yet.”

The Unfortunate and Untimely Incident of The Man Who Checked His Pocket Mirror While Engaged in Self-Flight

Eric let out a whoop of joy as he felt himself soar like a bird high over the fields dotted with small farm buildings below.

He was flying again!

As he glided through the air after a particularly impressive climb and roll, apropos of nothing, he suddenly wondered if when engaged in the act of flight his face was that of a bird or that of a man.

Much to his surprise, when he checked his pocket mirror his face appeared to be neither that of a bird nor his own face, but rather that of the man who appears in everyone’s dreams.

This lead Eric to believe that rather than flying in while awake, he was in fact only flying in a dream, which gave him the opportunity to experience his second favorite sensation after flying – falling.

So Eric stopped flying and allowed himself to fall from the sky, enjoying the familiar sickening yet exhilarating sensation of free-fall in a dream state.

However, at the end of the fall, rather than being jolted awake as expected, Eric loudly crashed through the decrepit roof of an old abandoned country bridge, barreled through what was left of its planked, wooden road surface, and landed unceremoniously with a plop into the shallow creek below.

When the family came to recover what was left of Eric and his personal affects, his sister Erin, already in tears, picked up her brother’s pocket mirror, turned it to find the face of the man who appears in everyone’s dreams, exactly where she had taped it, and sobbed to herself, “I bet he never even saw this” – a thought which somehow made everything all the more sad for her.

Cinderella in Atlanta

It’s 1864 and Cinderella is in front of the good-person medical building, observing her reflection in the window. She has grown up to be squiffified. “Why, I used to be only 15 inches long! Now look at me! It’s horrible!” She uses her almost super-human strength, built through many days and nights spent diligently lifting mules, to lift a nearby mule and throw it through the window. She sees her reflection in the hundreds of shards of glass on the ground and those still hanging in the frame and smiles. “There! Now I am many more and yet still much smaller. Even smaller than I used to be!”

She starts laughing, but soon her laughter turns to hysterical sobs. “How will I dress all of my selves? They are so many and so small. How can I afford to dress them all? Especially now in a time of war? Where can I possibly find fine fabric and enough varied patterns?”

Several officers from the Army of Tennessee attempt to move her before setting the fires to the stores and munitions under orders from General Hood, but there she remains, hysterically sobbing as Atlanta burns around her. When the Union army comes, she will be just another charred thing.

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