Hippocrates after curing many diseases himself fell sick and died. The Chaldaei foretold the deaths of many, and then fate caught them too. Alexander, and Pompeius and Caius Caesar, after so often completely destroying whole cities, and in battle cutting to pieces many ten thousands of cavalry and infantry, themselves too at last departed from life. Heraclitus, after so many speculations on the conflagration of the universe, was filled with water internally and died smeared all over with mud.
Right. Today is Friday. I got a job so I can't get high. I miss my guys. I like drinking with my friends. We should have had more nachos. I am hungry. I havn't eaten in like a week. Someone should make me some food. I don't have any food so someone should buy me some and then prepare it. I will eat it. Everyone wins.
posted by Yossarian at 11:15 AM
My mother gave birth to me, the bright-eyed Yossarian, the awful, the strife-stirring, the host-leader, the unwearying one who delights in tumults and wars and battles.
1 Comments:
i love going out and having a drink then pretending i can dance.
i also love women who wear skirts in the winter time. how awesome is that? well my tee shirt could handle this el nino bullshit, we are warmer than california. i bet boston is hot. check it.
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