Piccole letture in chiave umoristica e/o filosofica
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One day a pirate walked into a bar and the bartender said, “Hey, I haven’t seen you for a long time. You look terrible. What has happened to you?”
“What do you mean?” replied the pirate. “I’m fine.”
“What about the wooden leg?” asked the bartender. “You didn’t have that before.”
“Well,” replied the pirate, “we were in a battle and I was hit by a cannon ball. But I’m fine now.”
“Well, what about that hook? What happened to your hand?” the bartender enquired.
The pirate glanced at his hook and replied, “That was another battle. We boarded a ship and I got into a sword fight and my hand was cut off. They fixed me with this hook and I’m fine now.”
Well, what about that eye patch?” insisted the bartender.
“Ah, the eye patch,” said the pirate. “One day we were at sea and a flock of seagulls flew over. I looked up and one of them pooped in my eye.”
“You must be joking,” replied the bartender. “You mean you lost an eye just from bird poop?”
The pirate sighed and answered, “It was my first day with the hook.”