as much as I love like tolerate my mate James. I think he may end up either died , by his own hands in some way or other, or arrested in the communist republic he has chosen to live out his days in. However, I do give him massive respect for getting out there and doing something different. So please don’t die out there because I’m not going to no funeral in China unless your paying.
Got me thinking though about Lincoln, and today it clicked. Lincoln is a toilet. Wait for it. It’s always about the same faeces. Some crap floats, some sinks or is like ghost poo, always disappointing. However, at some point we have all left our mark some where no matter how microscopic.
This week have have heard a few names thrown around, much to my dismay having thought about it though. Mentally preparing myself has changed my perception though, now I thinks it will be funny. See toilets are not pretty, enjoyable or really that comfortable but we always return, we need to, its the call of nature. You wouldn’t take up permanent residence there without good reason.
When you hear that people are returning though, it makes me chuckle, mostly as I envisage it as Hitler moving in with Mussolini. You just have to wait and see who is gonna crap on who first. I am worried for some of the people who will be left in the cistern, but to them I say when the poo hits the fan you may all get covered. As for me I’m doing what I need to do, I just…
flush
