Today I'm so in fire that I write twice in my diarrhea. I just did the dunk and had my sausages. I'm happy as a kite now.
It got me thinking about the meaning of life. Is it the happiness what you get after the perfect alley-oop? Or is it love? Or is it something else, like some secret thing we don't know? Or does everypody have their own meaning?
Jep, I got big thoughts, but now I have to stretch my legs. Be good!