A Metaphor for Life?
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- I can catch flies with my bare hands. I like Mint Chip ice cream. I was expelled from Nursery School. I like people that like me. If we were in prison together I would be the guy to talk to about procuring things. My favorite words are cumshaw, fustigate and girth.
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3 comments:
don't get too philosophical. Your cholesterol will go up
Looks like the little dude's got his own theme park ride. And no lining up, either. Good on him!
(If you want me to say something about how well life seems to be going sometimes; all the cogs working as they should and everything going smoothly until suddenly you're being spun around, upside-down, spat out, and you land on your arse, unsure what the hell just happened ... and then use it as a metaphor for life ... sorry, I'm not going to do that.)
Say, I wonder if he did do that on purpose. Addicted to the endorphin rush perhaps.
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