The Hustle was new when I was in elementary school and we all practiced it out on the soccer field during recess. Just clarifying that I was never cool or retro.
I once landed a cherry drop (pseudo gymnastic manuever) on my face in the gravel, speaking of the elementary school playground.
I've been thinking about the reason for existence, and the answer is there isn't any fucking answer. Big bang made the universe, who made the parameters for the big bang? Who made that, then that, then that? Fuck, there's no solution thinking like this... Everything is made by aliens...
You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills... Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.
alien2 wrote:I've been thinking about the reason for existence, and the answer is there isn't any fucking answer. Big bang made the universe, who made the parameters for the big bang? Who made that, then that, then that? Fuck, there's no solution thinking like this... Everything is made by aliens...
my son just got a book on the Bermuda Triangle. I told him that I flew over it once (which I did), but that I didn't die. He said, "well obviously you didn't die!" To which I replied, "well, unless maybe I did, and I am just living in someone else's dream right now." Well that discussion spun off to a bunch of philosophical speculation to which he ultimately replied, "Mom, you're crazy."
