An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first one orders a beer. The second orders half a beer. The third, a quarter of a beer. The bartender says “You’re all idiots”, and pours two beers.
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Ty, I swear you’re the bartender. And, you’d be mumbling something about the heat death of the universe while pouring that second beer. (via hot soup) (via ledenes) (via mikehudack) |
