In the Spring, your fancy turns to thoughts of bringing up phlegm.
You pass the time by braiding your nipple hair.
You had to give up oral sex because it couldn’t be done at arm’s length.
You get high by free-basing prune Danish.
Your pubic hair has formed an “S.O.S.” pattern above your gonads.
You are in a permanent left-hand turn.
Your libido is being circled by buzzards.
You take drugs for actual medical conditions.
Your wife had your last erection bronzed.
Squirrels bury your nuts.



i bet everyone is expecting me to make some obnoxious comment about how i am in my early 20s and life rocks. Well I wont, its too easy in this case, instead I bring you a logan’s run quote
“Fish, and plankton. And sea greens, and protein from the sea. It’s all here, ready. Fresh as harvest day. Fish and sea greens, plankton and protein from the sea. And then it stopped coming. And they came instead. So I store them here. I’m ready. And you’re ready. It’s my job. To freeze you. Protein, plankton… “
The buzzards are overhead and my left turn signal is stuck.
KLAW said that, not me. dunno.
Here’s one that I just experienced… the barber spends more time on your eyebrows and ears than the top of your head.
Docwez, LOL. I spit whatever was in Ed’s cup out. Tea I guess.
-When every fart becomes a gamble.