Yes, I am a big stinking hypocrite, but I carry it well. I even brush my teeth before smiling through my hypocritical teeth and nose hairs…
Again, he promises nothing in his presidential campaign… but if elected, there will be a whole lot of nothing… more nothing than you can every handle… more nothing than you ever thought humanly or squirrely possible.
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I want to be your nest President of the United States. I’m only going to run a 24 hour campaign. Since I go to sleep a little early, I won;t begin campaigning until tomorrow morning. Yes I realize that tomorrow is election day, but I figure this way no one can catch me in a lie and I can’t really promise much… I will run a clean campaign though.
If elected, I promise to do what I normally do… a whole lot of nothing with a little bit of philosophizing…
that is all…
I have some bad habits.
Okay, I’m lying… I have a BUSLOAD of bad habits.
The one that is the worst (at this moment) is knuckle cracking. I crack my knuckles almost constantly. I know I shouldn’t do this and I can already tell that a lifetime of cracking is starting to take it’s toll. It’s just a little bit harder to climb a tree limb than it used to be. At one time I climbed as though my hands were magnets. Light as a feather as as fast as a… something that moves really, really fast. Now, my fingers are stiff…like unsharpened pencils. Granted, I never did much climbing before…but when I did it was fast baby… fast.
But good habits are hard too. They’re easy to start… ask the piles of new gym memberships in January… but really hard to maintain… just ask the gym memberships in March. There has to be a happy medium in all of this habit stuff…
If you have a clue, let a stiffening finger squirrel know.
I never understood how sticks and stones could hurt more than words. That is utter garbage. Yes, sticks and stones can do a ton of physical damage…broken bones, blood vessels, concussions, contusions all that. But words will never hurt me? I contend that words are even worse… True, I can’t recall ever hearing or seeing an instance when a word took someone out or put someone in the hospital…but I’ve seen hundreds of cases where the actions stemming from a word did that.
Think about it. A word is a smart bomb. A drone for the mind. A word could get planted in your brain by a bully when you were in the third grade. The word sat there, rolling around in your head, aging as you’ve aged. Maybe you forget about it entirely. If that’s the case, you won. But what if you haven’t forgotten about it? It’s a foreign body slowly leaking its poison into your system…making you truly believe things that aren’t true…turning you into that word against your better judgement. A word can be a virus…ruining your life.
To me that’s way worse than a stick or a stone. Don’t YOU think so?