smorgsie wrote-
Quote:Maythos: I like to travel, to experience new things and places.
What does the word "like" mean in that sentence.
Has it anyting, as Smittie used to say, to do with liking an ice-cream on a hot day. Or a foaming pint. A long hot soak, a juicy steak with onions or a bacon and egg butty, a blow-job, getting into bed when it's minus five and the over and under bankets have been on "max" for two hours, a good shite, watching a horse you've backed win by half a length in a hard fought finish at 100 to 6, dozing off or walking into a pub which Renoir might have painted.
Starting from that instant when you think to yourself "I think I'll go to the jungles to prove my sperm count hasn't gone down" you are into pain and aggravation. There's nothing a normal body would "like" anywhere in sight. Where would you start. Travel agents I suppose. Get a shot of the "Yes sirs no sirs" straightaway. Then there's the insurance. More YSNSs. Really daring is having insurance I must say. It's like bungee jumping with elastic that the authorities have tested and approved. Then the injections, and one can easily imagine Mathos not flinching, and the getting your fitness up to scratch, no small matter, and after that the most humiliating of all human experiences- packing a feewking suitcase, driving to the airport and being treated like the sheep at Skipton market. (Car Park £50, which, assuming money provides an objective comparison, is equal to two goes at one of the ladies who advertises in Personal Services or a go at two different ones). And when you get there you get bitten by insects some of which you have been assured can be neutralised by taking a shot of something or other, your feet get blistered. your shorts chafe in the heat, you drink river water which crocodiles have **** in and you sit in a bamboo hut on stilts shooting the bullshit to a bunch of intelligent locals saying the YSNSs by candlelight.
A more elaborate description could easily be provided but alas time flies.
Now- the body prefers the scenario which was offered first, as is right and proper. It can only be that portion of a human being which resides in the frontal lobes which prefers the latter.
Thus I maintain that a war ensues between body and frontal lobes and I think that is the cause of many negative outcomes as Cervantes amply demonstrated hundreds of years ago.
They only blame it on fags and beer as a smokescreen. They daren't tell you what a bunch of silly sods you are.