Yeah and when you spend enough time staring at black light posters (to stay on theme), you realize the distinctions are much blurrier than you thought, man.
I hope this lamp has some comforting epiphanies when he learns that the powerplant providing his electricity is run by oxidizing carbon atoms whose oxidation state was reduced by the same sun that he admires.




Couldn’t the chicken just stay on his side of the road?
Couldn’t the other guy walking into the bar also duck?
Couldn’t the person knocking on the door just give their normal government name?
Couldn’t people just give me an adequate amount of time to high five them? :(