How he did it ? :)

My sneaking suspicion is that the horrific accident was a result of carelessly enthusiastic exercise of the victim’s being a connoisseur of the subtleties of the complex aromatic characteristics of bicycle seats.

Eric is, of course, correct. It’s the same old probability thing.

Michael, where did you see this again?

bullshit.
:smiley:

i said i will hear no more about it.

An explanation of this business can be found in Flann O’Brians novel “The Third Policeman”. Although in the book it was a mans arse that got involved with the bike.All to do with the mingling of both parties molecules.

http://www.hellshaw.com/flann/faramur.html

Here’s a short excerpt.

Slan,
D.

now that was the smartest answer I have read yet! :wink: :laughing:

One does try to approach these matters with some delicacy. :smiley:

Ah… so … hmmm… yeah…

There is no difficulty to this stunt.
One must first eat, then regurgitate but not completely,
the bicycle.

There is a famous holyman in South India and, when you go
to see him, he hands you a ring, apparently out of the
blue, with your name inscribed on it.
It’s either silver or gold. Suppose you think
‘This is nice but I like gold better.’ He immediately
asks you for the ring back, closes it in his hand
and gives you back a gold ring with your name inscribed
on it.

I was told that this fellow is a hoax.
The holyman doesn’t
materialize out of nothing the ring with your name on it,
as he pretends. No, no, he has a warehouse in Bombay full of
rings with names inscribed on them. When you arrive
he simply reads your mind, discovers your name, then
telekinetically transports a ring with your name from
the warehouse to his hand. I was told this quite seriously.