“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”
~Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's
Just a thought:
When contemplating a Fubar Poke Fest with a girl you just met, perhaps in an effort to break the ice, do NOT make your first poke effort a lick, nibble, rub or tackle. That's about the equivalent of meeting a girl in a bar and using a cheesy pick up line such as, "Hey baby, wanna be my pet? Get down on all fours and I'll throw you a bone." (Yes, that actually happened.) May I suggest starting off with a smile, wink or even a hug. (I'm Southern. We love hugs.) If she responds with any of those pokes, then feel free to introduce yourself...minus the cheesy pick up line, of course.
Ok so apparently "No strings attached" is guy code for "I'm emotionally retarded but your vagina sounds neat!"
A little advice to women everywhere...especially those with breast implants that may not feel or notice this problem. (and it is a major problem)
When putting your bra on, please, PLEASE remember to adjust the girls so that your nipples are uniform. It's a little unnerving when someone with largely high placed implants comes to my desk and she is facing north east and almost forward at the same time. It's like staring at someone with a rogue eyeball.
Thanks for your support with this public service announcement.
If you're going to belittle someone on Fubar in your status for being stupid, please, for the love of all that is holy in the English language, use proper grammar!!! Otherwise, you just look like a bigger idiot. Just sayin' :p
Today I had a patient that came in with the most amazing tattoo. It was the entire poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley on his arm. When I asked him about it, he explained it as being a poem that meant a lot to him. When I quoted the final very powerful lines to him, he seemed surprised and excited that I actually knew the poem. I, in turn, was just as surprised and excited that he felt that strongly about this piece that he would tattoo it on himself. I love tattoos that actually have a special meaning. Anyway, I felt compelled to share my story and the poem for those of you who may or may not know of it. It's truly an inspirational piece introduced to me by Mandella and I've been thankful ever since.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~William Ernest Henley
Some days I don't want to leave my bed. The sun can be so unforgiving when my emotions have a tendency to rise to the occasion like a sun worshipper rejoicing in the aging process of a ray of light.
Thank goodness for gloomy days and sunglasses.
This is one of my favorite poems by E. E. Cummings and I'm posting it with my wisdom in mind...
i carry your heart with me
by e. e. cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)