Holding back is unhealthy sometimes. Better out than in, I say. Of course, that's not true for everyone, or every situation for that matter.
Thinking about evolution... It's interesting to think about the circumstances that shaped the rise of humanity. I can't even begin to fathom how many generations it took for us to progress from lil ape-dudes to people, simian to sapien; or how fish grew legs and walked out of the sea to strike forth on land. What fascinates me even more is that some creatures are still virtually unchanged and have yet to undergo drastic evolutions. Crocodiles, for instance, are so well-suited to their environments that they haven't had the need to evolve. Though crocodiles aren't alone in this distinction, that doesn't mean they're immune to evolution. Nature and other outside forces dictate their ability to adapt. But what will people look like in 1,000 years or more? Will there even be any people left on this planet? TURTLEDOVES! SHIT! I should just read a book. We should all read a book. Any jerk who refutes evolution is a jackass in my book.
I have questions, I want answers.
Oh yeah, I saw a naked bike ride/parade a week or so ago. A shitload of naked people riding bikes, hootin' and hollerin,' shakin' and a-bouncin,' and letting their freak flags fly. It was definitely a sight to behold. Being naked is exhilarating. I once did the drunkman streak. It was on the way home from a particularly boisterous night at the Horsehead, a watering hole in Eugene known to serve 'em stiff. Me and some friends decided to take the long way home for whatever reason and with some [gentle] coaxing from the girls, the decision was made to disrobe. All I remember is that it was time to go native and that once that cool fresh air hit my pale naked body, I was off. I gave in to the exhilaration and just started running and laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. We were all laughing; hootin' and hollerin,' shakin' and a-bouncin.' It was a good night. The next morning we were all cut up. The soles of our feet were scuffed up; our knees, elbows and palms were scraped. Someone lost a shoe probably. But our pride, however damaged, remained intact.
URINATE OFTEN
Thinking about evolution... It's interesting to think about the circumstances that shaped the rise of humanity. I can't even begin to fathom how many generations it took for us to progress from lil ape-dudes to people, simian to sapien; or how fish grew legs and walked out of the sea to strike forth on land. What fascinates me even more is that some creatures are still virtually unchanged and have yet to undergo drastic evolutions. Crocodiles, for instance, are so well-suited to their environments that they haven't had the need to evolve. Though crocodiles aren't alone in this distinction, that doesn't mean they're immune to evolution. Nature and other outside forces dictate their ability to adapt. But what will people look like in 1,000 years or more? Will there even be any people left on this planet? TURTLEDOVES! SHIT! I should just read a book. We should all read a book. Any jerk who refutes evolution is a jackass in my book.
I have questions, I want answers.
Oh yeah, I saw a naked bike ride/parade a week or so ago. A shitload of naked people riding bikes, hootin' and hollerin,' shakin' and a-bouncin,' and letting their freak flags fly. It was definitely a sight to behold. Being naked is exhilarating. I once did the drunkman streak. It was on the way home from a particularly boisterous night at the Horsehead, a watering hole in Eugene known to serve 'em stiff. Me and some friends decided to take the long way home for whatever reason and with some [gentle] coaxing from the girls, the decision was made to disrobe. All I remember is that it was time to go native and that once that cool fresh air hit my pale naked body, I was off. I gave in to the exhilaration and just started running and laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. We were all laughing; hootin' and hollerin,' shakin' and a-bouncin.' It was a good night. The next morning we were all cut up. The soles of our feet were scuffed up; our knees, elbows and palms were scraped. Someone lost a shoe probably. But our pride, however damaged, remained intact.
URINATE OFTEN
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