Okay, so, to clarify, I have ideas, and I openly share those ideas. Here, mostly, but sometimes on YouTube comments, and occasionally on Facebook.
Okay, so, to clarify, I have ideas, and I openly share those ideas. Here, mostly, but sometimes on YouTube comments, and occasionally on Facebook.
It seems random, and I can never count on it happening, but sometimes it goes the right way. For context, I drink a lot of whiskey when I’m watching YouTube, and possibly Facebook, but unlikely. The whiskey is likely, the Fartbook is not. Heh heh. Fartbook. A Beavis inspired invention.
When I was a kid, I used to love staying up late. After all of the domineering family members were in bed, I’d sneak downstairs and watch whatever I wanted on the two channels our broadcast television receiver could intercept. Peace, quiet, and self determination, and maybe a snack. Life was marvelous!
There once was a farmer who was trying to sell a horse. He put an ad in Craig’s List: Horse for sale, low mileage, no health issues.
Blame evolution for making it the drug it is today. As a human, whenever you do something that increases your chances of survival into the next generation of ambidextrous bipedal monkeys, your brain gives you a little hit of something wonderful as a reward.
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