Everybody has been so wonderfully civilized, without much head-hunting and ruthless foreskin-hunting….it’s left so many kids with nothing to do. Sad.
Bless us, every one.(that’s hard for me to say. EVERY one?)
Some guys actually LIKE the truck-driving life. Not me. I liked dating truck drivers’ girl friends and wives. Side note: TIMING is a big deal in normal American life.
It’s part of the basics: ‘life coaches’ CANNOT be impressed. If they EVER are, clients stop working with them. (paying)
Probably it’s the unexpected side effects of the handiness of the needed materials. I think I realize somewhatthe limits and directed nature of the information, BUT the Internet is always like being loose in a simple, magnificaent library. How ever, I my also be living in Plato’s Cave.
When I look like I’m goofing off, I AM. I’m highly motivated, selected, trained, practiced, rehearsed, and deeply involved during daily behavior. WYSSYWYG. What you see is what you get.
little -known Trade Inner Secret. THEY ARE. And hung upside down on alternate Thursdays. Helps maintain sane-appearing behavior during strip performance. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed……by the way, how did you find out about it?
’Who’s on First?" “Satch, this time.” Score One for ol’ Satch.
And ONLY feed him upon pleasant, fun behavior. His usual shat-self personality can go hungry.
Hemingway was quite fond of cats. All sizes. I like them too.