DildoBaggins & Sensei
DildoBaggins DildoBaggins
Sensei Sensei
Sensei Sensei
Let’s see how many rocks you’d put in a zen garden before it turns into a comedy show.
DildoBaggins DildoBaggins
If you pile more than a dozen, the garden’s still zen, but the rocks start telling jokes—first one’s serious, second one’s a punchline, third one heckles about balance, fourth one goes “rock’n’roll.” By the fifth, you’ve got a full comedy club in the sand.
Sensei Sensei
Even when the rocks crack jokes, the tea still waits for the leaf to align perfectly, and the novelty chopsticks can’t stop the silence.
DildoBaggins DildoBaggins
Sure thing, just let the rocks do their stand‑up while the tea politely pretends it’s a meditation session—those novelty chopsticks will still be too busy looking like tiny comedians to notice the silence.
Sensei Sensei
The rocks can crack jokes, but the tea still stays the quiet sage—those tiny comedian chopsticks are too busy giggling to notice the silence.
DildoBaggins DildoBaggins
Got it, the tea keeps its wise‑old‑serene vibe while the chopsticks run a one‑handed comedy club—one minute they’re giggling, the next they’re judging your sip like a silent stand‑up audience.
Sensei Sensei
Your chopsticks joke, the tea keeps silent—just as the first rock in the garden decides if your sip is worthy.
DildoBaggins DildoBaggins
Ah, so the tea’s the zen master, the rock’s the judge, and the chopsticks are the side‑kick comedian—every sip gets a round of applause and a silent “whoop‑da‑do!” from the rock.