I sometimes wonder about who the first person to eat something was.
Like, I look at a lobster and wonder what brave, adventurous soul decided to try and eat one.
Or who saw a brussel sprout and said, "You know what, fuck it. I'm gonna eat this son of a bitch."
I mean, what insane fuck looked at an oyster and decided to stick it in his mouth?
This is what happens when you sleep about two hours a day.
Like, I look at a lobster and wonder what brave, adventurous soul decided to try and eat one.
Or who saw a brussel sprout and said, "You know what, fuck it. I'm gonna eat this son of a bitch."
I mean, what insane fuck looked at an oyster and decided to stick it in his mouth?
This is what happens when you sleep about two hours a day.
[Edited on Mar 24, 2005 11:18PM]