As one does, I was reading parts of the Federalist Papers today. I wasn’t reading them all. Again. Did that when I was 11.
Anyway, this line made me laugh:
“Impressions of this kind will naturally indicate the policy of fostering divisions among us, and of depriving us, as far as possible, of an ACTIVE COMMERCE in our own bottoms.”
No, it’s not discussing selling anyone’s ass — it’s talking about maritime commerce. BUT IT DOESN’T SOUND THAT WAY.
That’s No. 11 by the way, by Alexander Hamilton.
Sometimes, I still think about the piece of spam I got many years ago where a “woman” was entreating me to fuck all her 96 holes.
I’ve never seen any woman like that. I have no idea what sort of enticement that was supposed to be but I thought it was a bit too Lovecraftian for my tastes.
I’d forgotten that working out hard means you’re sore nearly all the time. I don’t mind and I’m not complaining, but I do spend 80% of the time walking around feeling like I was recently hit by a bus.
Not pain; pain means you are doing something wrong. It’s just soreness. And I do work out hard. Otherwise, what’s the point? I knew it’d happen but had forgotten the experience.
I absolutely was not expecting that to happen when she opened her mouth and started singing.
I don’t even like that song, but she makes me like it.
I am constantly surprised by the very narrow range of music that most people like.