>>11154869I used to believe in imaginary numbers. For years I did not understand why people would stop and stare at me in the street. Children would run up to me, laughing, and throw dung in my face. I carried on, oblivious to the reason for my public humilation. Then one day a close friend told me why. I didnt understand, imaginary numbers were just so useful, they solved so many problems, especially in engineering. I, foolishly, ignored his advice and continued to use a mathmatical concept cooked up out of nothing to account for what should have been a blindingly obvious flaw at the core of our mathematics. I soldiered on, solving wonderously complex equations with the use of imaginary numbers. All the time I had this vague , sort of itching, discomfort in my anus. I ignored it, but as I continued to work the pain became worse, You could imagine my surprise when one day, in frustration at my increasing rectal irritation, I hurriedly pulled down my pants, pulled up a mirror behind me, and bending down so my head was firmly between my knees, I stared straight into the gaping hole that was my anus. What I saw horrified me. Besides all the wingnuts I caught a glimpse of something so terrifying that my mind almost refused to believe it. But somehow I managed to retain control of my senses and forced myself to observe the crawling horror that was so inflamming the delicate tissues of my sphincter and the passages within. It was an imaginary number dildo. How could I have missed it? There it was! Working its way rthymatically up and down my arse! Oh sweet Jesus the trauma was almost too great for me to bear. But I held on to my sanity. Drastic action was obviously needed. Quickly I read up on Clifford algebra. Within minutes the pain had gone! The dildo of imaginary numbers had vanished! I was saved!
