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Can Pie open a letter? Can you use Pie to do handicrafts? Is Pie any good when you're trying to defend yourself against a lunatic?... well, maybe that third one.
Debate the virtues of Pie vs. Scissors. Which one is the best? Why? What makes Pie so much better than a good pair of Fiskars?
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Pie makes you care LESS about what's in the mailbox. Pie is an excellent adjunct to handicrafts, and may even inspire them. And pie distracts lunatics.... at least, it does me.
A piece of pie, especially warm homemade cherry with Breyer's vanilla ice cream on top, is better than a pair of Fiskars anyday. It's not even a contest!
«meggysue : A piece of pie, especially warm homemade cherry with Breyer's vanilla ice cream on top, is better than a pair of Fiskars anyday. It's not even a contest!
Exactly, that's the point I was trying to get across.
A crowd had gathered for this moment and a hush had settled over them, quelling the excited nervousness that had dominated their numbers just moments ago.
Joe and Tim's eyes met with ferocity. The heat was on in this moment. Their eyes never straying from the cold stare of the other, Joe threw his hand down flat, palm facing the ground.
At the same time Tim threw out two fingers, like a sideways peace sign.
Scissors win. That was one of three.
They withdrew their hands it. If Tim could do it again, he would have the game and the respect of his collegues.
They each shook their fists three times and dropped new signs. Tim threw scissors again, an old stand by for him. But Joe... Joe threw both hands, making a large circle with the fingers.
"What the hell is that supposed to be?" Tim
"It's a pie," Joe said. "A delicious apple pie."
Tim stared at him blankly for a while. "Pie isn't a legal move, Tim."
"Doesn't matter, it's delicious."
"Well yes," Tim agreed; "It is delicious."
"You see?" Joe asked.
"But it doesn't beat scissors."
Grimacing, Joe conceeded to the point and bowed his head in shame while Tim raised his fists in triumph. The crowd cheered, lifted him up on his shoulders and carried him off to the bar for endless drinks.
Meanwhile, Joe stood alone while the custodial staff cleaned up around him.
Moral: Pies are delicous, but they will get you disqualified.
My foreskin laments the thought of scissors there was a poor but insanely popular teen movie made about the possibly enjoyable interaction of foreskin and pie. Pie > Scissors (for my foreskin).