Curious

I sometimes ponder things.  Though I realize I've never oceaner'd.  In LA I hear they laker, but I've only ever pondered, myself.((That last sentence would be way more narcissistic without that comma.))  Some thoughts keep me up at night.  Wondering about how much more terrified the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles would be, were they made out of paper?  The Shredder would be the end of them.

I also wonder about the housing market crash.  Was there every a DUI investigation?  Can amateurs get athlete's foot?  Is the plural of mouse "call the exterminators?"

Some people, minus Cthulu and company, just don't go as deep as I do.  Sure, you'll scratch the surface of gorilla glass products, but will you burn them with a fire cracking jokes sensible meatball fishing tack phony gall stove whale jaghole until it's baser elements are known?  I would bet money that you're not even sure if that's something you do or not.  Sure you've got the sense that it's disgusting, but you can't say with any modicum of certainty that you abstain completely.  For all you know you may be "wilting the wombats" as they say.

I beg of you.  Nay, I beg of you.  Think about what you're saying, doing, wearing and why.  Don't passively consume, but rather inspect.  When the wombats seem wilty, water them.