The Meaning of Life

snuggieWell, the meaning of life isn’t just a marvelous movie from that pack of silly buzzards Monty Python. Thank goodness, right? Who wants to yak a thin wafer all over everything in sight? Gah! Odious! (But funny as hell to watch!) The meaning of life is fantastically way more mysterious, mystical, musical, etc. Here is my take on it:

I am a rather light-hearted soul, not prone to passing time pondering philosophy or profound mysteries (like why do hairdressers still give people mullets—LOL!) My brief exposure to a philosophy course in college resulted in a massive headache and a dropped class. I just couldn’t find the right answer to the question, “If you planted a chair and it sprouted, would it be a chair or would it be wood?” Who cares? I thought LSD wasn’t invented in Socrates or Plato’s time, whichever brainy ninny first posed this question.  No one who was sober would give a flying rat’s ass about that.

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