Each Day I Commute to my own Personal Hell.
posted by Matt lives in Northern New York at 12:27
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
2 Comments:
This one time in military school they did make me try to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. I only made it half way. I'll forgive you not knowing that my ass is not flabby, it's also something you should never discover. My bitch-tits are no more than an A-cup and they can still push 300+lbs.
Mersault said: Have you ever tried to suck a golf ball thru and a garden hoseaaaa? I bet you could do it. And too be honest, your tits are pretty big, but you do have a flabby ass.
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