What Evolution says about Blessings

[Lilandra]

That's not a hamburger.

THIS.... is a hamburger.

I see your burger!!

Is that an Australian burger?

 

[Phred]

The first person to respond to explain Evolution in their own words in exactly thirty words gets my blessings. I don't need 'em.

Organisms are not exactly like their parents. This change from generation to generation may give some an advantage or disadvantage. Those with advantages will breed more often than those without.

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[Fear]

I am going to waste this post by shamelessly posting pictures of hamburgers that I find amusing.

 

[Praxiteles]

I see your burger!!

And raise you a pizza with anchovies but without cigars.

Is that an Australian burger?

Oh, I wish.

No, we don't eat hamburgers in Australia. They're too hard to catch, since they hide in the undergrowth and only come out at night. Oh, if only we had the north American burgers, which roam free on the plains in huge herds. *wistful*

 

[Praxiteles]

That's not a hamburger. That's a coronary seizure on a plate.

 

[Praxiteles]

 

[Lilandra]

May be you can preciate the next time you is a fixin a burger. The lonely life of the burgerboys on the range.

No, we don't eat hamburgers in Australia. They're too hard to catch, since they hide in the undergrowth and only come out at night. Oh, if only we had the north American burgers, which roam free on the plains in huge herds. *wistful*

Git Along Little Burgers ​

As I walked out one morning for pleasure,
I met a cowpuncher a jogging along;
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a jingling,
And as he advanced he was singing this song.

(Chorus)

Yippee Ti Yi Yo, get along little burgers
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Yippee Ti Yi Yo get along little burgers
For you know that Wyoming will soon be your home.

Early in the springtime we round up the burgers
Mark them and brand them and bob off their tails
Fire up the grill and load the chuck wagon
Throw them little burgers right out on the grill.

 

[Praxiteles]

May be you can preciate the next time you is a fixin a burger. The lonely life of the burgerboys on the range.

<sad lonely burgerboy song snipped>

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That's so sad.

What a tough life those gents (and, I assume, ladies) lead just so that you and I can enjoy a freshly slaughtered meal.

I'd opt for the life of the pizza farmer. It's an idyllic lifestyle, with only frantic 3 weeks of the pizza harvest to disrupt the peace. Just the thought of sitting on the verandah, wine glass in hand, and gazing over the pizza orchards. *sigh*

Yeah. Who'd wanna herd burgers?​