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Two days in a row! Whoo hoo! Brian raised an interesting point the other day but I couldn't respond do it because my live journal account apparently doesn't permit me to respond to any comment! grrrr.. Anyway, Brian was saying that I can't cause much controversey on this stinkin' thing because I've only got 3 lowly friends on here. That is quite true indeed. So this lonely man needs a friend. :( Can you think of anybody that would be thoroughly offended by my personality? If so, recommend them to me! Karl Malone has lots of ideas which he'd love to share.
Today's thought to ponder: What is the purpose of retarded people? This question came to mind while speaking with Luke the other day. He's very utilitarian and believes that people are only as important as the job they perform. I disagreed at first, but then found somethings interesting and thought-provoking. For example, retards. What is their purpose? Should we see them as pets? As entertainment? I know many people may own....err.. I mean be relaed to some tards so maybe they can explain. I mean, all they seem to do is cause grief for their family. I suppose they can be fun at family gatherings. I mean, what better entertainment could you find than seeing a tard trying to bite his left ear for hours on end. As far as function goes, they really don't serve much of a purpose. So I pose this question to any utilitarians out there or those who may be able to explain the role of tards.
On the lighter note, today is Saturday. Yipee for me! Usually I just push the autopilot button on my truck when Saturday comes and Kellen and I follow our routine of pumping iron, bar-hopping, eating and clubbing. Today, however, Kim has the whole day off from work. This will force us to actually think about what we're going to do. hmmmmm.....I don't like to think on weekends, I'm all about the fun routine. I'm sure we'll have fun but planning stuff sucks. Every damn time I plan on having a bonfire it friggin' snows a foot to ruin my plans. My grill is drooling for some chicken wings and I just miss the smell of a fire burning. Hmm... the more I think about it, I might have one tonight anyway. I mean, it's only powder snow and though we have 13" of the shit, my truck is more than capable of making it down that club road. There, it's settled. If I can get any of my pansy friends together tonight, it'll be Bar-B-Q night at the club. The last time I was there, there were pallets-o-plenty. Tonight they will be gone. *insert evil laugh here* Ok, maybe this live journal thing really does inspire thoughts. Peace out my brothers (and sister).
Today's thought to ponder: What is the purpose of retarded people? This question came to mind while speaking with Luke the other day. He's very utilitarian and believes that people are only as important as the job they perform. I disagreed at first, but then found somethings interesting and thought-provoking. For example, retards. What is their purpose? Should we see them as pets? As entertainment? I know many people may own....err.. I mean be relaed to some tards so maybe they can explain. I mean, all they seem to do is cause grief for their family. I suppose they can be fun at family gatherings. I mean, what better entertainment could you find than seeing a tard trying to bite his left ear for hours on end. As far as function goes, they really don't serve much of a purpose. So I pose this question to any utilitarians out there or those who may be able to explain the role of tards.
On the lighter note, today is Saturday. Yipee for me! Usually I just push the autopilot button on my truck when Saturday comes and Kellen and I follow our routine of pumping iron, bar-hopping, eating and clubbing. Today, however, Kim has the whole day off from work. This will force us to actually think about what we're going to do. hmmmmm.....I don't like to think on weekends, I'm all about the fun routine. I'm sure we'll have fun but planning stuff sucks. Every damn time I plan on having a bonfire it friggin' snows a foot to ruin my plans. My grill is drooling for some chicken wings and I just miss the smell of a fire burning. Hmm... the more I think about it, I might have one tonight anyway. I mean, it's only powder snow and though we have 13" of the shit, my truck is more than capable of making it down that club road. There, it's settled. If I can get any of my pansy friends together tonight, it'll be Bar-B-Q night at the club. The last time I was there, there were pallets-o-plenty. Tonight they will be gone. *insert evil laugh here* Ok, maybe this live journal thing really does inspire thoughts. Peace out my brothers (and sister).