
"So what?" you say, "Why do I care?" Well, today I am 42 years old (1965 in case you were busy doing the math) and my age is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Unfortunately, like the hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings who built Deep Thought, I am not sure what the question is. They were forced to build an even more powerful computer to work out what the Ultimate Question actually was, but their plans never come to fruition, as Earth was destroyed by a Vogon construction fleet to build a hyperspace freeway bypass. Some posit that the question is: "how many roads must a man walk down," but no really knows for sure.
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