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As I was in the bathroom, gazing at the walls,
Reading words inscribed there, reading one and all,
I looked up at the ceiling, I looked down to the floor,
I then got out a pencil and I began to draw,
The picture that I drew there, which to this day still stands,
Was of a country yokel with quite enormous hands,
Standing in a corn field amongst the bales of hay,
The sun it was bright shining, it was a lovely day,
And then, at last twas finished which was a sight to see
Behold a masterpiece! Right there! Behind the W.C.

There is a theory that should we ever discover the meaning of life, it will all disappear and be replaced by something far more inexplicable.

There is another theory that suggests that this has already happened.

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