I flipped a coin. Landed on its side and rolled off the table. Did the cheese slide off my cracker? Naw, ’cause there was never any coin or flipping, cheese or cracker. But I am hungry and could use some money.
U charging for u insanity
I should. I’m thinking religious guru, East Indian type with linen robes. Those dudes get all the chicks, although I don’t know if I could handle the title Swami ’cause that almost rhymes with “Swamp Thing” and I’m not a killer plant with a heart that feels like a ripoff of the Incredible Hulk.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bronner_Bros. The Bronner Brothers also impresses the American pragmatist/capitalist me as well. They started off teaching fellow American blacks in Georgia how to do hair and makeup in the 40s/50s and expanded to a huge family empire of several Faith Ministries and hair care products.
Looked into them once. Mostly a decent enough family and the messages are basically “Be good people for your sake, the sake of humanity and for God and please, buy our shampoo too.” I can appreciate it on quite a few levels.
Coffee. I’m usually fine after 1.5 large mugs of coffee. ’til then it’s babble mode. No filter. Don’t ask me questions ’cause I’ll answer.
I wait ’til something pops my bubble. They’re still floating so I have to wait ’til they hit the upper atmosphere.