Reminded me of this math joke:
A physicist, engineer, and mathematician are asked by a local farmer to build the smallest fence they possibly can to hold in all of his sheep.
The physicist builds a big fence and slowly reduces the size until he can’t reduce the fence any longer.
The engineer measures each sheep, stacks them in a specific way, and then builds a fence around them.
The mathematician builds a small fence around himself, then defines himself to be outside the fence.
The way out, is in. The way over, is under.
Sometimes it’s fun to enter the front door around the back
Everything you know is wrong, black is white, up is down and short is long- Weird Al Yankovic
My grandparents’ house was built this way. The front door was facing the street and connected to a family room that they never used, while the back door was facing the carport and connected to a sitting room that they were always sitting in. So the back door was regarded as the front door, even by the neighbors.
Even they were surprised when someone rang the front doorbell.
My childhood home was like that too. We only ever went in the garage door on the side of the house so the front door felt foreign to me and the few times we used it felt weird.
We also just go in through the garage. Either via car or through the door at the back. The only people using the actual main door are guests.
Churches are like this. You enter through the front door and you are in the back.
Many southern Appalachian houses built this way. There isn’t even a path to our front door.
Kinky.
Instructions Unclear
Playing album from The Front Bottoms are Back on Top
When she prefers anal.
