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I played volley ball today so I had some time to think.
I figured out that gym class is merely a myriad of excessive jockly high fives and so-called "games" involving sphere-like
eqipment that would appear to be, probably to some other life form, of a higher power due to the fact that everything we do
for an hour and a half revolves around them. I realized that if it comes toward me I hit it as a reflex, but absolutely
nothing in this world could motivate me to chase after a ball for the sole purpose of hitting it over a net when you already obtain
the knowledge that the people on the other side are just going to hit it back and then we all are going to be suddenly trapped
in an unneccesary circle of smacking an inadimate object. My conclusion to this madness is simply: Fuck a bunch of volley
ball, Fuck a whole bunch of it.
-the end-
Think about this for a second. Wouldnt it be cool if people could fly?
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I wish people could fly. Just because it would make getting stoned a lot more fun. Even better,
it would make "this one time I was getting high" jokes like 10.5 times more fun. This is how it would go:
"Dude, this one time we were getting stoned and (stoner friend's name) was all like 'dude, i'm soooo hungry!' and I was all like 'lets go get munch on some grindage man!' So we were headed
to MacDonalds and (other stoner friend's name) said... uh,...somethin' and I was just like...um, ... it doesnt matter...but anyway (huh huh) you have to call it a fly thru!"
dannieatsslag
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