Wednesday, November 19, 2008
wah waH wAH WAH!!!
Today in the showers, two things happened.
1. While I was drying my hair with the towel, I realised that my left hand went faster than my right hand. In fact, they were both so consistent at their own speeds that it created a rhythm whereby the left hand is playing triplets and the right hand, quavers. At about 175bpm if I remember correctly. I thought that was fucking cool really.
2. I wore my pants without wearing my boxers, subconsciously. But then I immediately felt a different sensation on my dick and made amends straight away. It's weird man, it's like I do this everyday but I think this is the 3rd time that I forgot to wear my boxers first.
Which made me wonder, why was underwear invented? Whoever decided that our dangling privates needed support? Who initiated the norm that undergarments serve to preserve the wearer's modesty? How come sial.
One reason I could think of is that this support prevents our privates from being injured. I mean if you were to go for jogs with your dick slinging around and your boobs bouncing about like the way Kobe Bryant handles a basketball, it's gonna be a matter of time before they bounce and sling till they get ripped off from your body.
But still, how did we get enslaved by this tight fitting clout?
Daughter: "Mom, I'm gonna go meet my friend later at 8."
Mom: "Have you worn your bra?"
Daughter: "Yes mom." *brags a sweet smile*
Son: "Mom, my friend's coming over later to play some Warcraft with me."
Mom: "Have you worn your triangles?"
Son: "Yes mom." *beams cute angelic face*
I mean, FUCK! The undergarment industry is taking over our homework! What's gonna be the future of undergarments? Diamond nipple tape and wool condoms? Except I think the condomized-underwear will be called sheaths in the future. Wool sheaths.
Let's go back to point number 1. My two hands wiping at different tempos. Hahaha I bet you guys aren't interested anymore. And I totally destroyed the content flow. Boohoo go cry in your pit of lost dignities.
But back to private part protection. It has clearly become an obsession, just like how drumming is to me. But drumming is way cooler so, screw you all.
Seriously, to the current and future scientists and inventors, please invent something that actually make sense man. Sure, my eyes bleed in excitement to see a hot chick wearing a hot lacey bra. But enough man, this world needs some actual sense.
Invent something smart! Right now you inventors are being dumber than the 4th coating of paint on my HDB flat. Look beyond Obama's black skin and you might actually find your inspiration, your nirvana.
I'm out.
1. While I was drying my hair with the towel, I realised that my left hand went faster than my right hand. In fact, they were both so consistent at their own speeds that it created a rhythm whereby the left hand is playing triplets and the right hand, quavers. At about 175bpm if I remember correctly. I thought that was fucking cool really.
2. I wore my pants without wearing my boxers, subconsciously. But then I immediately felt a different sensation on my dick and made amends straight away. It's weird man, it's like I do this everyday but I think this is the 3rd time that I forgot to wear my boxers first.
Which made me wonder, why was underwear invented? Whoever decided that our dangling privates needed support? Who initiated the norm that undergarments serve to preserve the wearer's modesty? How come sial.
One reason I could think of is that this support prevents our privates from being injured. I mean if you were to go for jogs with your dick slinging around and your boobs bouncing about like the way Kobe Bryant handles a basketball, it's gonna be a matter of time before they bounce and sling till they get ripped off from your body.
But still, how did we get enslaved by this tight fitting clout?
Daughter: "Mom, I'm gonna go meet my friend later at 8."
Mom: "Have you worn your bra?"
Daughter: "Yes mom." *brags a sweet smile*
Son: "Mom, my friend's coming over later to play some Warcraft with me."
Mom: "Have you worn your triangles?"
Son: "Yes mom." *beams cute angelic face*
I mean, FUCK! The undergarment industry is taking over our homework! What's gonna be the future of undergarments? Diamond nipple tape and wool condoms? Except I think the condomized-underwear will be called sheaths in the future. Wool sheaths.
Let's go back to point number 1. My two hands wiping at different tempos. Hahaha I bet you guys aren't interested anymore. And I totally destroyed the content flow. Boohoo go cry in your pit of lost dignities.
But back to private part protection. It has clearly become an obsession, just like how drumming is to me. But drumming is way cooler so, screw you all.
Seriously, to the current and future scientists and inventors, please invent something that actually make sense man. Sure, my eyes bleed in excitement to see a hot chick wearing a hot lacey bra. But enough man, this world needs some actual sense.
Invent something smart! Right now you inventors are being dumber than the 4th coating of paint on my HDB flat. Look beyond Obama's black skin and you might actually find your inspiration, your nirvana.
I'm out.
Justin, 02:46