Ken Thompson stopped in at Dick McDaniels’ Pizza Palace the other night and ordered a pizza. When it was ready, Dick asked Ken if he wanted it cut in six or eight pieces.
Ken thought a while, and then said, “Better make it six pieces. I could never eat eight.”
Reminds me of the joke where The Mother is giving pizza to her kids. The Brother measures his slice with a micrometer and starts howling that The Sister’s slice is 3 molecules bigger than his, so The Mother takes the knife and cuts his slice in half.
“There. Now you have 2 slices and she only has 1.”
How bad are the fires in Southern California?
They’re so bad that Ukraine has offered to send 150 of their firefighters to help with the fires.
That’s kinda a joke, but it’s also true.