When porching, words are optional. Wagging tails, however, is a whole different story: The Sixties decade, not so long ago, popularized some silliness, like, like, some people, man, would get stoned, man, and ask their favorite rhetorical question, "Hey, man, what's the sound of one hand clapping...man?"
Well, I have a better question: What's the sound of one tail wagging? If you have 32 seconds, you can find out. Right here. Right now.
Once you've answered that to your satisfaction, we'll move on to the other heavy question of that era: If a tree falls in the forest, and there's no one else around, does it make a sound? (Hey, there were a lot of egocentric people back then.)
Then the feminists quickly answered the question's corollary: If a man talks in the forest, and there are no women around, is he still wrong?
Well, I have a better question: What's the sound of one tail wagging? If you have 32 seconds, you can find out. Right here. Right now.
Once you've answered that to your satisfaction, we'll move on to the other heavy question of that era: If a tree falls in the forest, and there's no one else around, does it make a sound? (Hey, there were a lot of egocentric people back then.)
Then the feminists quickly answered the question's corollary: If a man talks in the forest, and there are no women around, is he still wrong?
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