Daily Inspiration # O - How Your Body is A Scantron and Why it Doesn't Matter.

Let’s get this straight, okay? Those tiny blue-rimmed openings

that you fill with grey spurts of #2 pencil lead--

THEY ARE not BUBBLES…

Listen, Bubbles Are:

A. Ephemeral spheres with intricately refracted rainbows skimming the surface emerging from the tired beak of a 150 year old sea turtle expelling its final breathe…
B. An accurate description of your mesmerizing, corn-fed ass and perfect, saline-injected knockers.
C. The name of that dog that everyone's best friend's dad felated that one time in that story they keep repeating over and over trying to get laughs.
D. All of the go fuck yourself.

Yeah that's right! Those things you fill in over and over again hoping really to fill yourself with the approval of everyone who's ever doubted you… they are in fact none of the ABOVE!!! Go fuck yourself.

They are merely ANSWER HOLES… and they have more in common with the bony pockets that struggle to contain your cancerous bone marrow than they do with the end result of a little kid blowing air through a soap solution draped over a fluorescent-pink, asshole-like, ring.

If bubbles had answers attached to them don't you think deep sea divers would be clamoring to reach the surface at faster and more dangerous rates, eventually obtaining total body omniscience as the answer's precipitate into lethal yet illuminating embolisms along the arterial pathways of their everything.

Well, it might not be the correct answer, but

that's the spirit!

This is not a test, sister. Stop living your life like the fucking SATs where there's a penalty for answering wrong, but no penalty for not answering at all!

No, studying won't help, just get the fuck out there and start filling in every hole you can get your hands on and/or create in hope of eventually hitting some correct answers.

Start with Grandma.