A farmer hires a new hand, and on the first day tells him, 'Go to the north pasture, round up the sheep, and bring them back to the pens.'
The new man goes off and comes back in good time. 'Here they are boss, all one hundred of them.'
'One hundred? I only own ninety six sheep!'
'Sorry, I thought you said to round them up...'
Boru
The new man goes off and comes back in good time. 'Here they are boss, all one hundred of them.'
'One hundred? I only own ninety six sheep!'
'Sorry, I thought you said to round them up...'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson