I can't believe I still remember my ICQ number. Haven't been using it for the past few years, but thought since I got the net connected to my home PC might as well see if I can get in touch with a few web acquaintances. So I've had it installed for a few days but just couldn't remember my ICQ#. Then suddenly while I'm in the toilet putting down a deposit PING!! It hit me like a married couple on Jerry Springer!
now luckily my ICQ number only has 7 digits. But also what I find interesting is that for a guy, a lot of thinking goes on while on the toilet bowl. A males most deepest and carnal mind farts occur when on the bowl, and I cant help but think it occurs due to one of many a males relationships with "holes".
I'm not sure who I'm ripping off when I say that a man's life revolves around a hole. "were born from one, we spend our lives looking for one, and when we die we end up in one."
could our close proximity to the bowl trigger some higher level of conciseness, resulting in our best idea's coming out when were doing our "business". I don't think we "enjoy" staying in the toilet far longer then our opposite sex, it isn't about the smell of ones own dinner from the day before that gives us comfort. For me it's a form of escapism. As soon as I pass that door and sit on the bowl all troubles and worries of the outside world are left behind. All that's left is me, and this 4 walls around me. Nothing else exist.
is it a waste of time when u spend more then 10 minutes in the toilet? Sure it is. But to take a way my "bowl time" would be take away a major part of my creative thought process.
overkill? I know, but I was on a role.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
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