Interesting thought

Being born in America is nice.

Puff-puff-give.
You're frickin' up the rotation.

I was blessed to have been born and lived through my young life when I wasn’t called upon to defend my country. War was only cold to most of my generation.

Jerry Springer's parents were Jewish Refugees. So we can think them for Jerry Beads.

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Very interesting thought. I often also wonder about things that happened in history that were never recorded. Wars, unknown civilizations, natural disasters. Probably so much we have no clue ever existed.

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From the rare interaction I have had with the news media I wonder about what really goes on, since when I know the story and see how they cover it I see how superficial the coverage really is.

Even more interesting thought...

When we’re reincarnated, do we come back in the future, or can we be reincarnated in the past?

What is time?

frick I love being stoned

I’m proud of all my human (and nonhuman) ancestors who had to bust to get to me.

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy – the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.

Not to frick with your buzz but consider this. The older I get the more I realize and accept how truly insignificant we are as individuals. You think you are the shite but when you are gone people just move on and you are forgotten with the quickness. We truly are in The moment.

Not advocating that we don’t matter but rather pointing out that you should love and hug those closest to you and not sweat the other shite. Because it won’t matter tomorrow.

I was just pissing earlier tonight thinking to myself "these kids got no fricking clue how many times I beat my meat before I popped one off in their mother(no pics)" They stand a better chance of winning the lottery than being born.