I play bass. I make noise. Like a washing machine filled with hammers.
I'm curious...
Y’know a thing that I find mighty curious? Y’know, curious in that full-on its blatant internal contradictions kinda way? It’s this: if you can’t see a woman’s nipples, then she’s not naked.
Please explain this one to me, for it makes no sense to me, no sense at all.potted philosophy, strawman