Another random thought....I think that pooping is a metaphoric and courteous was to get you feelings out about the sister of a lesbian blingin me the peace sign all nite from a photo on my desk. So, then as a man of the no cloth I realize that my own prison is the fact that I am now non-existant to the real world as I am a creature of the night. I seem to have a thing for camp trailer and find it facinating that I can go into one and eat dinner by myself and not feel quilty. Therefore, I am now protesting McDonalds for taking the McRib sandwich away from my groveling hands once again. The End