SHITTING IN THE WOODS
There was I, a virile young fella, conquering the wilderness of the north.
Then, in the middle of an oldy-worldy foresty kind of place, I needed, dare I say it, a shit.
I found myself a nice and welcoming and horizontal fallen tree. Just the job for this I said to myself with the wisdom of a real outdoors kind of guy. I would sit upon this fallen tree and shit.
But me money wallet dropped into the poop.
Like I said before where there is shit there is money.
What you need is a money laundry.
ReplyDeleteI much prefer singing in the rain to shitting in the woods.
ReplyDeleteAh, you have been there too we see.
ReplyDeletePersonally I prefer talking philosophy in the gutter or doing a Neil Young type thing in the MUD where the company is sooooo much better than the white halls of justice.
I claim my five poounds - Zola is a Bear, a Pope or a Haarlem Globetrotter.
ReplyDeleteZola is a modern Socrates, a reincarnated Nietzsche, a (not always) laughing Sartrean philosopher, and a skilled nude kayaking navigator of chilly waters. He shits in the woods from time to time and also rains on some people's parades, but never with ill intent.
ReplyDeleteZola may be a bush shitter sometimes, but he is never a bullshitter.
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