I think it was the pain pills they gave me for my mutilated finger. I don't remember typing all of that. I didn't think about an interaction with my Ritalin, which I do believe was the problem. Barry
My last one might have been a little biased, since I was actively thinking about typing. I've practiced the art of subconcious typing while meditating, and will try this again: Hmmm...interesting. I never knew this about myself. I feel like I have a much deeper understanding with myself, on a level I never before thought attainable.
You should join the RamaKrishna society. I'm sure they would love your particular interpretation of the Vedanta.
i think of barry when im taking the dump of my life... and grimjesus as i flush the poop down the shithole
Chester! My archnemesis! I knew you'd recognize that, after all you posted the picture from that site the other day.
I usually think about whatever it is I'm reading at the time when I take a dump. You know, the ethical implications of hustler mags, and then I use old copies of Ayn Rand novels to wipe my ass.
I think about the shit coming out of my ass.... then I think about what your mom's must look like after I get done reaming her asshole out like I haven't fucked a sheep in weeks.