coke and bondage
Why must they insist on putting a label on the coke can called Nutrition Facts. Seriously people, there is nothing nutritious about this sweet, sweet, evil beverage. What about a Political Facts of coke label? Or Facts of Production? Or at least call it anti-Nutrition Facts...
Why do I still drink this shit anyway? It's a killer after all. Yet here I am, [almost] enjoying this horrible, tasty vice. Stupid moral conscience preventing me from enjoyment [without the almost]. At least it's not strong enough to stop me completely [note to self: that might not be a good thing].
In other news, my budgie has recently discovered the joys of self-bondage. He climbs onto the top (inside) of the cage, then dangles himself by his beak, grabs his own feet, and then proceeds to struggle against this self-inflicted captivity (the cage door is almost always open). The other budgie seems to be too brain dead, or enamored of his own reflection (perhaps a symptom of the former?), to remark on this strange behaviour. I, on the other hand, provide a rapt audience for this oddly entertaining (and frequent) masochistic act.
Who needs T.V. when you've got budgies!
addendum: if you came here because of the racy title, I apologize for failing to fully probe the depth of possibility promised in such a risqué juxtaposition...yummy, and Freudian.
Why do I still drink this shit anyway? It's a killer after all. Yet here I am, [almost] enjoying this horrible, tasty vice. Stupid moral conscience preventing me from enjoyment [without the almost]. At least it's not strong enough to stop me completely [note to self: that might not be a good thing].
In other news, my budgie has recently discovered the joys of self-bondage. He climbs onto the top (inside) of the cage, then dangles himself by his beak, grabs his own feet, and then proceeds to struggle against this self-inflicted captivity (the cage door is almost always open). The other budgie seems to be too brain dead, or enamored of his own reflection (perhaps a symptom of the former?), to remark on this strange behaviour. I, on the other hand, provide a rapt audience for this oddly entertaining (and frequent) masochistic act.
Who needs T.V. when you've got budgies!
addendum: if you came here because of the racy title, I apologize for failing to fully probe the depth of possibility promised in such a risqué juxtaposition...yummy, and Freudian.
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