Tomlidich the second wrote:
addams wrote:Bad Day; Huh?
oh, The Stories we can tell.
I had Food Poisoning or some other Horrible thing for Six Weeks in Mexico.
The first three days were Lost in The Familiar Story; Torlet, Bed, Wastebasket, Bed, Repeat.
After three days I had to Ride a Motorcycle out of there. Where to? Deeper in.
Six weeks. Strange six weeks.
I was fighting nausea most of the time.
Dead cows and other stuff along the road in one area.
Like dead deer, only bigger.
The smell made my stomach Flip.
I wanted to pull that big bike over and vomit.
Every time I found a place wide enough to pull that big bike over,
there was a dead thing there.
If I stopped by a rotting piece of large animal,
I thought I would start vomiting and never stop.
I did breathing exercises to keep from ....yuck....
Finely; A petrol station.
I left my helmit on. When I vomited my helmit hit the tank.
When I stood upright I fell against the wall, helmet and All.
I guess I was noisy. Vomit; Bang and Rattle; Bang, my helmet hitting the wall or the door.
The men were curious about me. I was too weak to talk.
I was able to Ride in That condition.
People that want a sure fire weight loss program?
I have one.
Take a Motorcycle into Mexico.
Drink the Water. Especially if offered by Grengos.
Keep riding. Keep a tight schedule.
You will be half the man you were.
addams, i think you might take the top of my list for manliest man that ever lived.
Thank you, Honey;
I am honored when Men let me hang out with them.
I am female. I am as large as some men.
I was Strong! I did not know it.
The men were Strong.
I like those kind of guys.
Some guy holding the peaces of ohhh I don't know;
A Beer Bottle, says, "I guess I didn't know my own strength."
Those are funny guys. Fat Rat was never a Man.
He might think he is. The Men let me hang out.
oh; Thank you. That was Manly.
What choice did I have?!
Ride or Stop and Vomit.
yuck. I did both.
Hey! I came here with a Rant.
This is the Rant Thread.
I am not as conciliatory as I used to be.
I talked to an Old Man that does not Know he is Old.
He knows and he does not know; All at the Same Time.
It is Arrested Development. He is Proud of Not being Old, and he is Old.
Age is, just, a number. Yes. And; a Bath, Hair Cut and a Shave are Just?
Unimportant for a Young Man of twenty?
Young men look ok when they have Gone Back to Nature for a season or two.
An old man that is still living like a Kid on a Campout;
Inside the Luxuries of the 21st Century is What?
That's Stupid! He has running water.
He has electricity. He as All the Bells and Whistles.
He is a nice man. Nice is Good Enough.
But; Not! Fashion Police!
When people look like Rumpled Foreskin it can be a symptom of other things.
That man Looks like Rumpled Foreskin because he thinks he is Twenty?
If so; He is Wrong.
My people have Arrested Development.
Eight out of ten.
(It is a guess.)
It makes a Good Hypothesis.
Test 1000. The numbers may be good enough with an N=1000.
The media The People are exposed to helps to create the internal Lives and Self Image of The People.
The way media is used is as individual as The Person. It effects us All.
There is Nothing New, under the sun.
In BC xxvv, People would stop developing.
Some people stay young in one way.
Some people stay young in other ways.
Be Childlike; Not Childish.
I see people act Childish.
It is justified as Childlike.
Fine Line between a Person playing Hop-Scotch at an advanced age and
A person that refuses to Bathe?
Rant! A Dirty Body is Easier to Clean than a Dirty Mind!
Arrested Development is nothing to be Proud of.
I would rather play with a person that is dirty on the outside than dirty on the inside.
I think it is a Fucked Up choice. Take a bath!
Some people Can Not bathe.
The luxuries of the 21st Century are not available to everyone.
Life is, just, an exchange of electrons; It is up to us to give it meaning.
We are all in The Gutter.
Some of us see The Gutter.
Some of us see The Stars.
by mr. Oscar Wilde.
Those that want to Know; Know.
Those that do not Know; Don't tell them.
They do terrible things to people that Tell Them.