Black beans, black beans, have you any wool?

Black beans, black beans, have you any wool? Yessir, yessir, uracil.

Adenine had a new girlfriend now. He had left his ex, Thymine, for a black bean loving gal name Uracil. She had wool too! However, Thymine soon grew jealous of the two and plotted

something vague. Quite vague. So vague that you have already forgotten it. Just because I'm found doesn't mean I was ever lost. Somebody on the street told me I looked like Uracil.

"Who is Uracil? What is a street? What is Somebody? What is looked? What had Somebody done to me?" I felt like something terrible had been done to me, something taken, or someone.

"You get a bit too philosophical for my taste when you're drunk," Billy laughed, taking a swig of his 'Weiser. "If by taste you are referring to your personal stance on aesthetics,

then I would say to you what Heidegger once said to a friend who asked him if he considered truth to be beauty or vice versa." Billy took another swig and continued, "He said that

you're ugly and your old lady is a cow!" That comment soon landed Billy flat on his back on the bar room floor, where he would have wound up sooner or later. The bartender

Said, "Blimey! Even Elsie would know better than to let you drive home!" Det. Manatee and the seamonkeys were called by the bartender to clean up the mess created by the patrons

game of snap!" "I can," said the blind man. The patrons gasped. "Alright, old man. Let's see what you're made of." Predictably, the blind man lost, due to his blindness.