There is this woman down the street from me. She is gorgeous. She has the sweetest, salt and pepper hair and an accent like the queen’s, but she is crazy. She picks up litter. Not just in our street, I’ve seen her doing it on the main drag, and she steals cats. She has about fifty of them, all trapped in her house. She has an ass though that looks like it should taste of strawberry ice-cream.
I feel cheap just posting some You Tube Video (I mean, isn’t that what Farcebook is for?) but whenever I feel low, this clip just makes me fall in love with our ridiculous, silly, bizarre and loveable ape arses al over again.
I feel sorry for today’s youngsters a lot of the time, they have an uncertain and probably crappy future to look forward to – but look at the sheer pleasure in being alive they get from stuff like this – it thrills me – when I was young we took drugs to be cool, how much cooler are these chaps?
I know you’ve all seen this before but watch it again, watch it often.
I love it when they do the super mario shit and bounce off walls – i love that it has a plot – i love that you get to see what good mates they are and i love the music
Did I ever tell you how much I love you? Who? You, the one that’s reading this right now – if your not reading this, then fuck off!
imagine the best sunset you ever saw and then imagine that the sky always looked like that – it would cease to be beautiful, because it would be normal. beautiful things must, by definition, be rare – the universe existed for billions of years before we were born and will continue to exist for trillions of years after we die. like those rare desert plants that only blossom for one day every 150 years, the beauty of life lies in its brevity, and its rarity.
everlasting life would, were it possible, rob our lives of their beauty. so thank god that he doesn’t exist and that tomorrow we might die.