Thirty-one. 31. Einunddreißig. What can be said about this number?
• It’s an ugly number. I mean, just look at it. No consistent form, no flow, it even sounds wrong. Go ahead and say it. Uck.
• It’s prime.
• Seven of the months end with it.
• It’s been the second-worst year of my life, which is almost over. Not that 32 is looking to brighten up anytime soon, but thirty didn’t look good from two months away, and that was a banner year for ol’ Zeepdoggie.
• Baskin Robbins has 31 flavors.
• Halloween is on the 31st of October.
Anyone else know anything about 31?
-Zeepdoggie
About Us
- Zeepdoggie & GringO
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- There are two of us, we bloggers. First, there is Zeepdoggie, who is best summed up with the quote, "full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." He's sometimes funny. Then there is GringO, who does the art thing well, is more often the funny one, and has exceptionally poor customer service skills, so don't ask him for shit. We are not a couple, despite what everyone suggests. We have in common: hatred of retail, being broke, musical tastes, unformulaic comedy,and hyperaggressive tendencies. The things we differ on: who we find attractive (sometimes), family upbringing, future goals (or lack thereof), artistic talent, and our ability to grow facial hair (one day, GringO, one day...).
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2 comments:
There are 31 planes of existence in the Buddhist faith, sir, Zeepdoggie.
Starlet- I did not know that! Maybe Baskin or Robbins was a Buddhist?
Al- I am not saying anything that would make royou go all "I didn't let the Wookie win and look what happened!" on me.
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