Cremation is compression for humans. It’s highly efficient but powerfully unprofitable in reverse.
If I only knowed what I’ll know in the future there’s something I definitely would, or wouldn’t, do. Oh, but I don’t know!
Someone holds the world record for the bloodiest fart. No one cares because it’s gross and humiliating. Sadly, someone’s greatness will go unrecognized for posterity’s sake.
I wonder, is my lack of disgustapation with my physical presentation directly correlated to the lack of mirrors in my house?
Is erectile dysfunction male menopause or nature’s counter to an over-active sex drive or a cruel joke?
Or all three?