Bookend to the thought that at some point you were the last person born on earth.
thetruthonly
June 19, 2018 1:20 pm
I am not so sure I have come to grips with my mortality.
I still drink too much, eat too much, goof off too much, listen to music too much, walk my dog too much, garden too much, spend too much time on-line, fret about things I cannot change too much, spend too much time thinking about my whinny bitch neighbor, and so forth. I better get busy. Gotta go. Gotta smell roses. Wack off more. The good stuff.
Zarathustra
June 19, 2018 4:06 pm
If you’re in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it’ll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.
That’s about as deep as a babbling brook.
Bookend to the thought that at some point you were the last person born on earth.
I am not so sure I have come to grips with my mortality.
I still drink too much, eat too much, goof off too much, listen to music too much, walk my dog too much, garden too much, spend too much time on-line, fret about things I cannot change too much, spend too much time thinking about my whinny bitch neighbor, and so forth. I better get busy. Gotta go. Gotta smell roses. Wack off more. The good stuff.
If you’re in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it’ll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.