If you drop it from high enough, the parachute won't work, and the egg will still crack.
You're very strange. I know nothing of bubble wrap.
How can you drop a raw egg on a concrete floor without cracking it? I'll tell you how. It's the way that this question is worded that always tricks people. When it says without cracking it, it could be referring to two things; either the egg or the concrete. The question doesn't state which, so one possible answer is that you could just drop the egg, because there's no way in hell that an egg would ever crack concrete. I love these kind of questions.
Then I'll be forced to protest your Anti-Donald-Duck-Shirt-Testing Group, because anything that has to do with Donald-Duck-Shirt-Testing, whether it be the group testing, or the group against the group testing, Donald-Duck-Shirt-Testing shouldn't exist, and it can't exist with either of the groups in play. Therefore, I'm going to start an Anti-Anti-Donald-Duck-Shirt-Testing Group.
Yeah, you know, to make them look more like Donald Duck. They figure that since he wears a shirt, that all ducks should wear shirts. It's an extremest group. They're very dangerous... Well, not to humans; to ducks.
Wow, you know a lot about that. Do you know what always bothered me? Donald Duck never wears pants. I mean, I know he's a duck, but he wears a shirt, so don't you think he'd wear pants? I don't walk around with a shirt and no pants, and I assume that you don't either. That would just be weird. Now, because of Donald Duck, there have been reportings from all over the world about how some poor duck got killed by somebody who tried to put a shirt on it, as if a real duck could wear a shirt. Have you heard about those? Some people are just sick.
Yeah, Candyland is a board game. Where have you been since the 1940s, under a rock? Of course, this confusion could be due to the fact that I'm from a country just north of the United States, where the game originated, as well as became very popular, and it might just have very well not been so popular overseas. What Candyland were you thinking of?
I played that game before. There really isn't much strategy involved in those types of board games, which is why I haven't played them since I was but a wee lad. Chess; now that's a real board game. You don't want to play me in chess, because I will cheat to win, as I do at every board game. The reason being that it's so easy to cheat when your opponent's back is turned. I also cheat at card games, but that's very irrelevant to the subject here.
Well, where do you reckon?
My secret decoder ring has a picture of a penguin in the center, seated on top of a star, with the year 1939 circling around it, the letters MSNBC above that, and the side profile of Tom Selleck in the lower right hand corner. I still haven't decoded it yet, but that's because you haven't found it yet. So have you found my secret decoder ring yet? By the way, did you call me Johnson?
Have you found my secret decoder ring?
Or it could be that you're trapped in a crazy dream for what seems like an eternity. I have to say, that would be pretty damn cool. Strange and unusual, but cool nonetheless. It could possibly be the reliving of one's life, as you suggested. That's actually probably what it is, but nobody knows for sure, because once you're dead, you kind of lose the ability to communicate with people who are still alive, which actually kind of sucks.
So being in the Special Lion World is like a dream (I.E., dreams only last for a very short period of time, but to the unconscious mind, it seems like hours, rather than seconds). That makes sense, actually. Speaking of dreams, did you know that when somebody dies, their brain is still alive for ten minutes? Their brain is stuck in REM sleep at that point, so they're having a ten minute long dream. I always wondered how long that would seem to the unconscious mind...
And if I die, I get turned into poop. That's the concept that you came up with, right? Or did I come up with that?
Yeah, kind of. I'm still the king of the Special Lion World.
