I was approached today by a representative of Stephen Hawking.
A neurosurgeon had, he explained, perfected a technique to transplant a human brain and, after an exhaustive search, I’d been determined the best possible recipient for Mr. Hawking.
One million dollars was offered. The downside being that I’d never spend it. It’d be either given to my loved ones or donated to a charity of my choosing.
At first I scoffed. My life? For money I could never spend? Ridiculous.
But then I remembered, it’s Stephen-freaking-Hawking we’re talking about here!
What’ve I done that’s so great?
I’ll miss you all.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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