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A long time ago in China or some shit, there was a wise-ass named Zhuang Zhi.
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| I am so Enlightened it's not funny. | |
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One day, an acquaintance of Zhuang Zhi, who was not as smart as him, dropped by for a visit.
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| Guess what, idiot! I just taught the Emperor or some shit all about philosophy and stuff! He was so impressed, he gave me three-HUNDRED chariots! Hah! I'm the shit! | |
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| Hah! Hah-hah and also hah! I mock your joy at your supposed good fortune! | |
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Zhuang Zhi's frank approach to social interaction did not make him universally loved...
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| You know Zhuang, for an Enlightened guy, you're a real prick sometimes. | |
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| Wow. That was real insightful and all, fuckwit, but how about you listen to this story for a real brain-enema. | |
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