Wait, what is that? A hutch?
It is the lost children!
"Count the lost numbers!", they shouted.
I saw an old transmitter in the woods.
Which were the lost numbers?
Let's try 13 x 13 x 13 x 13,5 x 13 x 13,75 x 13 =
68 921 263, 125
Doesn't make any sense.
Weren't the lost numbers 4 8 15 16 23 42?
Oh why, oh why did I sleep during my maths lessons?
[Oh, I didn't. I was thinking how nicely tanned some teenage twat was.]
What if I divide the numbers?
68 921 263, 125 / 4 8 15 16 23 42 = 0,01431.
Blimey, it was this close to be 3,141!
[Well, the same numbers anyway.]
Now it is just zero, nought, nothing; as useless as this whole post.
Oh wait, it must be my IQ.
And it will be the Finland's final points in the Eurovision Song Contest 2006.
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