The average under-thinking American would say: "Ben Kenny, you stupid bastard, turtles have shells, which would obviously limit their ability to put on weight. You suck. Kill yourself."
I do not think this is true. I mean, of course their shell will limit their girth-gaining capacity, but I think there is much more to it.
Turtles are low to the ground, and do not have the range of neck movement necessary to look up, at the advertising that constantly surrounds us, even in idylic, pond scum-heavy environs. Turtles don't have iPods. Turtles are not obligated to buy rounds for their turtle/amphibian/reptillian/mammilian friends. Turtles are always fashionably late. Always. Turtles don't read Vogue, or Men's Vogue. Turtles don't have 401(k)s, yoga mats, or trouble finding wireless service.
Turtles aren't fat because turtles were the first creature to ever, ever, be "over it." Notice the turtle above. Possibly the Jeffery Lebowski of turtles. That turtle gets it, man.
Oh, the joy(s) of sweet poikilothermic oblivion!
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Once again, the overtime god and I seem to be getting together often. She drizzled 2.0 hours of delicious doubletime onto my eight hours of time and a half for tomorrow. Weeeee!
It is so late that it's early. The birds are awake.
I like the above song. Decent production. Nice husky, semi-soulful voice on this broad.
Ironically and tragically, there are no girls kissing in the video. It's not tragic because I'm some sort of Polo cologne wearing douchebag who lives to see that whilst drinking Coor's Light at Calico Jack's.
It's tragic because the reason there aren't girls kissing each other is because that still can't be shown on a lot of TVs in America, private or public, but we can play the song at the Gap.
Sometimes, I want to start shooting and never stop.
Shit, you best take her up on that offer, brotowski.-BK
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