gavintonks
Maester
die thread di [or was that a person who hit a bridge?]
Pogo-sticks are a great way to get around town in style. Not only will you look really, REALLY cool while hopping around and impressing the ladies, you will save trillions of lives by not destroying the atmosphere in an egotistical pissing match with the corvette idling next to you at the green light with the pretty good-looking women in the passenger seat who would be prettier if it wasn't for the inch-thick layer of make-up applied over her face to hide years of alcohol abuse and shame when she realized that high school ended some thirty odd years ago and what the young kids call a cougar doesn't apply to her even though the desperate attempts of fake tanning and breast implants payed for by her seventh husband must've been for something but she can't really figure out what and next thing you know the light is green and the corvette drives off and you feel like you've lost the game of unknown rules as a hipster hops by on his antique pogo-stick from nineteen seventy whatever and the pang of jealousy you feel transforms you into a earth-loving super human of morality in which none could ever harm you sense of right and wrong because let's be honest your now a totally better person than the average joe in a corvette because you have principles, damnit! Go green or die, bastards.
For far too long I've been dealing with the voices in someone else's head.
Just take a seat on the couch and tell me how that makes you feel.
You said anything. What if I say nothing instead?