The problem with angels is that they are beings of negative entropy. This is not a well-known fact because I just made it up. I don’t even know what negative entropy is, but take my word for it, when it comes to negative entropy, angels are where it’s at!
In essence, they are little black holes, sucking up all the useless bits of universal flotsam and jetsam. Dark matter, for instance.
Thus, over time, angels become rather enormous and somewhat unwieldy. They grow in their stomachs, but not in their wings and legs and arms, and so what you’ve got is this very large black hole that has these cute little wings attached to it. Probably doesn’t matter. Wings don’t help much in a vacuum environment.
Oh dear. Then there’s the issue of pins. All different kinds of pins. We could go all semantic on your ass but what would be the point? What we need is a concept that is the essence of pinness—one that is immune to negative entropy.
Pins are shiny. And pointy. This does not bode well for angels, who are mesmerized by shiny objects. They always reach out to touch the pin, and invariably get pricked and then there is, excuse the term, hell to pay! Angels, it turns out, are big wusses.
Ok. I’ve gone long enough. How the hell do I get out of this? Where is Erich893784902385908734 when you need him?
Oh yeah. Dancing. Well, angels can’t dance when they are giant black holes. So really, the proper question, is how many pins can dance on the heat head of an angel????