The only thing I know is that I know nothing (and I’m happy)
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And you know that I know that you know that i know nothing.
I say the darnest things. 
Mom, where is the boot on this longboard?
Can you pop the boot on this longboard, Mom?
Mom, you promised. The longboard has a boot to pop.
You ride landyachts as preferred brand. I believe the greatest are Canadian
Like nostr:npub18m76awca3y37hkvuneavuw6pjj4525fw90necxmadrvjg0sdy6qsngq955, right?
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So they’re having a party where you need to pop the boot of your longboard to get in, but it’s a longboard, it doesn’t have a boot, or you’ll die a cold harsh death in the land of make believe of money into dark corners of realism when logic fails to defend itself.
A penny much like the ability to tell the right time, and the revolution. 