And it pisses me off.
Because of this one word that’s fun to say ..
PLINTH .
A base to support.
Picture the Statue of Liberty.. you know the stone square on which she stands?
That’s a plinth.
Plinth.
Six letters, one syllable…
Plinth…
My nuts… require a plinth….
They’re not meant to be lowered directly onto your face… They’re meant for more..
They’re meant to be on display, so they might be lowered onto the entire world’s face.
They need a plinth.
If you can’t build anything,then you definitely can’t build a plinth…
Alas ..
You’re left with two clandestine reproductive glands…
Nowhere to call home…
Floating in the ether…
A sad sack containing two power cells that you never did anything with.
Blood lust, sex drive, stand your ground..
They become useless attributes..
Atrophied muscles.
Neglected super powers…alas … Nuts with no plinth…
That part bums me out..
The world can burn, and we all know it deserves to…but these nuts… these nuts should not be neglected like they are..
I feel bad about it.
I feel bad about that part..
Because everyone should eat my nuts.
Because they’re very special.
Because that’s what was told to me ,when I was a little boy.. I knew it in my heart..
Someday… someday I’d drop my nuts on the entire planet..
And it would be God’s will…
Nuts..
How many people do you think you could get to laugh at you?
How would you go about it?
You’d probably try to get them to love you, but that’s because you’re predictable.
I think a plinth for your nuts is more fun..
Hehehehe…ha nah.
Nahhhh…
Guess what changes?
Nothing.
Not a thing.
dawn 