Epiphany

Out of sheer lack of anything constructive to do, not that i would ever DARE attempt anything constructive, i have decided to waste my time more ingeniously by contributing to this travesty of a forum for the socially retarded and mentally vivacious.
Basically i have nothing to say, yet my pack of Pringles' is running out and at this "particular" time Bob Dylan's morose morbidity has soothed me into a false state of security which i must rouse myself from, lest it be too late and i begin to nurture the false hope that humanity "could" change. Maria...WAKE UP!

Am relating vey well to Ishmael from Moby Dick "Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling" no dumplings, since dont have the drive or initiative to bother baking them just to get constipated from concumption. Plus i have just figured out that Pringles coupled with diet coke, and Fox mint is equally effective in clogging up what ought to remain unclogged.


Yes! meanderings are definitely not healthy, but need to conclude on brilliant note....
Aphorism for the day "Never fuse fizzy carbonated bliss with processed cheese kernels and layer them with sugar" ...moment of genius has passed.

Note to self: Next time get "Barbecue"....Vinegar "not happening".

First-after Epiphany: "Excercise" when finally attain afore mentioned state of constructive initiative and drive.

Second-after Epiphany: No worries, have atleast ten years.

Third-after Epiphany: Will be too late then anyway.