Tuesday, April 5, 2011

On Riddles

Mac: Birds of a feather flock together, so do pigs and swine. Rats and mice have their chance, as will I have mine.
PooCzar: Nice. Rhymes.
Mac: Five friends sit at a table. They sat in order of age- what are the odds of this happening?
Mac: Also, one of the friends makes noises when he eats.
Mac: There's only five seats they sit around a table.
PooCzar: I want to say 1/640 but I know that's way, way wrong.
Mac: If we ever get Die Hard-ed, you get to be Zeus.
PooCzar: No, I think it's 1/12. I knew 1/640 was wrong.
Mac: We'd be dead by now.
PooCzar: Nah, 10 minutes real time is like 2 minutes movie time. We'd be fine.
PooCzar: Also, I was distracted by the friend making noises when he eats. Couldn't get the sound out of my head.
Mac: Answer- there was really only four friends.
PooCzar: Fucking riddles.