I recently stood near with two distinguished professors of architecture who were talking about a colleague obsessed with replacing concrete with a material derived from a fungus.
They were about to move on with their conversation.
I rudely interrupted, apologised for my brain, and explained their colleague had a point, because concrete structures were less roomy than fungus ones…
… because there’s not mushroom.
They regarded me as one may look at a developmentally challenged toddler.
Stop crying and just tell the joke anyways. Better to lose a good friend than to lose a good (but aged) nub.
I recently stood near with two distinguished professors of architecture who were talking about a colleague obsessed with replacing concrete with a material derived from a fungus.
They were about to move on with their conversation.
I rudely interrupted, apologised for my brain, and explained their colleague had a point, because concrete structures were less roomy than fungus ones…
… because there’s not mushroom.
They regarded me as one may look at a developmentally challenged toddler.
No regrets here though.
Cut the length by half and we can talk about labels.
Love, lemmy