So I was asked this by my friends kid. Would you rather live in the most boring place in the world, or be a hat? So to spice it up a little here are some rules.
If you live in the most boring place in the world: you can never leave, everything you do there and everyone else there is boring, you all live in a perpetual state of boredom.
If you choose to be a hat: you are not magical and can not talk, to anyone not a hat you are just a regular hat. If other hat people are around you can talk with them, but you don’t know if there are other hat people until you are a hat so you might be alone. You can be any kind of hay you want
So lemmy I ask again, would you rather live in the most boring place in the world, or be a hat? And if you are really feeling spicy why?
I am a hat person. I’ve worn hats since I was a toddler, and even my kids think look weird without one on. It’s like my Linus blanket. Ain’t bald, it could be perfectly fine weather for a fancy hairdo, still got a hat.
So with all that being said, gonna go with the popes hat. Any hat, I’m gonna be that hat. It will be shortly after that we will learn if my mind control tricks work or not. If they do, churches are paying taxes and women will be put in charge of the Vatican.
If they do not, I fucked up and am just a really stupid looking hat.
Plot twist: mind control does work and most of the Catholic Church woes are due to a super-intelligent but backward-thinking and sometimes pedophiliac race of hats
And as the biggest it it means my jib it’s to… is to… oh fuck.