According to Wikipedia, Intelligent Design is "a form of creationism presented by its proponents as a theory that "certain features of the universe and of living things are best explained by an intelligent cause, not an undirected process such as natural selection" .... yada, yada, yada. (You can read the whole article here if you want.)
Yeah. Whatever, Wikipedia. According to Shelleypedia, Intelligent Design is the Market Street on 19th and Quaker putting the birthday cakes and wine right across from each other so that I can't not get cake when I'm only on that end of the store for wine. Let's just say that the kid that I'm never going to have has had a lot of imaginary birthdays.
|Intelligent Design in action|
p.s. This one is a pretty short
p.s.s. Every time I get a cake, the bakery person asks what I want them to put on it. I usually just tell them it's fine the way it is and move on to the wine, but next time I think I'll get an icing inscription. Any suggestions what it should say? I'm leaning toward "Happy Vasectomy, Earl!" or something equally awkward.