Reasons are an excuse from reality, the consequences of your actions dictate whatever happens-as your walking down the street holding TV dinner trays...and drinking a prune juice slurpee. A one eye, three legged dog smells your food, so you kick it, now your happy..skipping along and singing "Born in East LA" you trip over an ant hill, your salsbury steak TV dinner and your big gulp-goes flying into the wild blue yonder, on the ant hill. Thousands of those **stard ant are now enjoying a picnic lunch, like poop going down the toilet-in a hundred circles. A speckle of tears starting to run down your flustered little face and you start to cry. Well...a babys cry, with dirty diapers. Muddling down the road, you see the three legged dog with one eye-you kick it again, ahh..now your happy again...like a pimple ready to pop. Satisified with your recently acquired adventure, you slither into your home, down the road a twist. Standing at the entry way, you wonder "how was my day?" while holding your empty tv dinner trays, slurpee, big gulp and scratching your noggin, like a salamander, you say kewl.

Go looking for that one eye, three legged dog and adopt it. While sitting here contemplating the reality question...you ladies are actually looking at my profile..I've got to figure out-or somehow convince, you to write me a message? I'll think about it later...