Zen and the Art of Fuckit!

Hoy shit!

Someone has documented the philisophy of zen apathy.

Cool, because I really could not care enough to do it.

And no, I am not blind.......yet

This is not a fact that I am particularly proud of, but I can spank monkey at 490 miles per hour.

I would continue, but it causes some wicked chafing.

A few words on monkeys

Monkeys are quite possibly the greatest thing to have ever existed.

How many other creatures have the balls to fling poo at you? (they fling other stuff, but don't get ahead of me on this)

I mean really, would you ever consider that?

Can you see yourself sitting in a meeting when a co-worker or manager gets pissy and then standing up on your chair, and dropping trow? At this point everyone in the room would be in a state shock and possibly awe (the weirdos anyway). From there you would reach around, grab a handful of poo, and then splatter your nearest foe.

That's right, I don't think so.

But I just might be the guy for the job. After all I do have frequent thoughts of taking a dump on my bosses desk and then wiping my ass with his head.

Welcome one and all

Sometimes, when I'm depressed, I think about Nancy Reagan. Yeah. Nancy, naked and constipated on the toilet, clutching at where her right breast used to be.

Then I feel better.