Greetings. This thread shalt serve as a haven for all those weird thoughts thine mind doth conjure up. Post them here and perhaps we can laugh at or ponder them.

"I do more talking with my thumbs than my mouth"

Kind of strange that is.

Yes, very strange indeed. How do you even think with a mouth or thumb, though? You must teach me.

Sometimes I find myself reclining in my rocking chair; looking at the lush greens that Zeus has blessed me with. With my garden bountiful and my belly filled with the sustenance of plowity, I can't help but ask myself the question....

"To plow or not to plow?"

That was deep as fu'ck, brother.

Here is another,

"Can a Plowsmen be Plowed?"

I pondered this last night while......laying back.

A Plowsman is never plowed. He stands tall while fairies dance around his erect stature.

Can a plowswomen be plowed?