Stupidity

There are two walls of stupidiity on either side of me.

There is one person working on each wall.

One wall is a great wall that stretches to the sky and as far as the eye can see.

The other wall is barely big enough to surround a normal-size house.

You can pretty much tell which one has the better worker.

This is because the worker that is building the small wall goes over to the larger wall and does the other workers work for them.

The whole time neither one of the workers notcies me standing there watching how stupid they both can be.

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