So, purpose in life for me is the ultimate question, right? Procreation ... Pleading with Mother Nature to let the male species survive (too many girls being born) ... adding to statistics ... coming up with a proper ending for Lost? I always tell myself, "My parents gave me a name, and what have I managed to do with it so far?". Its a good way to either motivate or feel bad for thy self. But I choose to let it lift me up to the possibilities of making a proper stamp in this world.
Forget shoe-prints on the beach that get washed away in an instant; I'm talking about forever. When future robot virtual interfaces let you walk a mile in my shoes, I want them to give you footnotes (lame joke #2) to my success. I want my kids on their jet-packs to be going 'Whoosh like Thosh' (lame joke #3).
The first step should be to clean up my act, and I don't mean switching from shower gel to soap operas (lame joke #4). I'm talking about using my wisdom teeth to actually voice some words of wisdom to add some value to this life and not just jokes about people who can't walk. Even if it means being proud of owning the best beet farm this side of the map grid. I'm going to make sure my name means something more than just letters that sound right when put together.
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| beets by dwight |
And with that, i give you my last lame joke (#5, as seen above). If you can't find it on Google, add it to Google!
