Picking up my pen…

I was sitting on a chair in the living room. My pen was lying on the table. I reached out my hand and picked up the pen.

9 Responses to “Picking up my pen…”

  1. Brealan says:

    have you considered that possibly you may have been moving the pen sideways through space time seeing as how the earth is spherical and therefore cannot have a distinct up or down?

  2. aeiou says:

    I believe Dave has considered this. He took the time out of his busy schedule to think, and now he is behind on his wall staring commitments.

  3. Sqott says:

    We don’t leave pens in the living room, as the dog likes to eat them and get ink on the carpet.

  4. Steve says:

    Thanks for pausing you busy day to share that with us.

  5. littleman says:

    the pen, isn’t it stupid that a pen can do nothing but make little scribbles that impel us to do… nothing?

  6. quazark says:

    i once had a pen on a table. i picked it up, then i set it down. hey i used a comma!!

  7. tash and amy says:

    Well that sounds like jolly good fun!

  8. john says:

    ah yes the pen is the potential to write your life, it is before you however you had to make an effort to go forth and grab the potential to make the rest of your life.

    you remind me of the Dalli llama

  9. Stardust says:

    You shouldn’t have left your chair that moment.

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