Nothing wrong with a little random nonsense is there? I believe it is the basis for all british humor.
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The cabinet above my desk seems to be the gateway to an alternate universe. I reached into a box labeled "spoons" and pulled out a fork. Maybe what we calls forks are actually spoons in an alternate universe. I also picked up a bowl and other bowls started flying up individually after it. Now the bowls are foam and some would say it is static electricity. I choose to believe that gravity no longer functions in this "alternate universe." I somehow think that if a clean-shaven person could crawl into my cabinet, an "evil version" with a goatee or moustache would crawl out.
Oh well, time to eat my alternate universe oatmeal...