The post below had to be one of my stupider efforts. I can’t that believe that me of all people tried to compare watching porn or TV with Buddhism and Zen. What the fuck do I know about Zen anyway? And to those poor Buddhist who are most likely googling my name so as to come kick my ass, all I can say is “whoa big fella, don’t be opening that can of whoopass just yet, I’m sorry”.
Plus really, don’t you muthafuckers have some chanting and shit to do? Anyway I was just trying to illustrate how certain acts have a calming effect on me. Plus do you realize how many years it took me before I started folding my fuckin underwear? I’m saying that before my 30th birthday I was like any other red blooded American male.
Once the underwear came out of the dryer I’d straightaway throw it into the bag. And if you were a guy and I saw you folding your underwear? I’d probably call you a cocksucker by choice.
But then one day in a contemplative moment I found myself clumsily folding my underwear hoping no one was watching. Later I actually found it very enjoyable that instead of walking up to a pile of cloths scattered on the floor and sniffing for a clean pair, I could just open the drawer and pull out a fresh pair of folded Fruit of the Looms.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"