And now, not so deep thoughts
 

You know that feeling?
The one after a long hard day spent on your feet
And you get into bed, lie flat on your back, take a deep breath...
And as you let it out slowly you can feel your spine start to decompress.
It hurts. If you exhale too quickly, it hurts a lot.
Damn do I love that feeling.

Me, too. Body in motion transitioning into sleep mode. Love that kind of pain.

If no one actually gave a sh!t about anything, there'd be no war.

There'd be no love, bro.

Hey, you were properly warned by the title of this thread. (though I still stand by my statement. I never said it's a good solution, but it's true).

If I had any abilty at painting, I would probably paint some really cool stuff.

That's about as "not so deep" as I can get.

I wonder how long it would take me to produce enough belly button lint to knit a sweater out of it.

Why is it that according to supermarket packaging, "one serving" is equal to the amount one would feed to a pygmy hamster, while according to restaurants, "one serving" is the amount you'd feed to an entire tribe of African pygmies?

I'm gellin' like a felon. My feet still hurt.
:(

I like to bang my head against the wall because it feels good when I stop.