Horse riding?

Your cucumber must be bitter. — Posty McPostface

Is bitterness the same as ambition?

Horse riding? — Agustino

Vat?

Vat? — TimeLine

Vat? No, my brain isn't in a vat if that's what you're asking...

We're in the Twilight Zone.

Yeah, but I was asking what should an ambitious (not bitter cranky) person do about the briars?

Turn away and never look back at the briars.

Turn away and never look back at the briars. — Posty McPostface

Why? :-O

Vat? No, my brain isn't in a vat if that's what you're asking... — Agustino

Of course it is. I mean, in what world could I possibly harbour any affection for your cute little ears?

In this one, as well as in the next :D

Because we can accept it from the Providence of authority of Marcus Aurelius.

Shut up, we're talking here.

How dare you. I'll be chilling at the pearly gates while Beelzebub will be introducing you to the various instruments of death.

Because we can accept it from the Providence of authority of Marcus Aurelius. — Posty McPostface

Yes, yes but I want pragmatic advice. What if I want to get to point B, and the only way to reach B is through the briars?

Beelzebub — TimeLine

Is he cute too?

I'll be chilling at the pearly gates while Beelzebub will be introducing you to the various instruments of death that he'll likely use on you. — TimeLine

And you'll watch as he uses the instruments of death on my cute tiny ears? :-O

And you'll watch as he uses the instruments of death on my cute tiny ears? :-O — Agustino

One compliment and you're hooked.

One compliment and you're hooked. — TimeLine

Hooked to the instruments of death? :-O That doesn't sound like good news...

Then through the nettle to the stars it is.

Then through the nettle to the stars it is. — Posty McPostface

I said silence!

Then through the nettle to the stars it is. — Posty McPostface

That stings so much man... do you get that in US? I'm sure there's a ton of it in Poland.

I get around.

Ok back to trying to sleep for me. Night.

I get around. — Posty McPostface

Superman?

Ok back to trying to sleep for me. Night. — Posty McPostface

If you have trouble again, just let Hanover know and he'll whistle you a lullaby. His angelic lips sing as sweet as a siren.

If you have trouble again, just let Hanover know and he'll whistle you a lullaby. His angelic lips sing as sweet as a siren. — TimeLine

It takes divine inspiration to bring forth such melodies, only from a nymph capable of speaking directly to the magpies, the most spectacular of all the breeds.

We've already established how I best sleep, nestled in a warm embrace, serenaded by giggles at my jokes, with my head being petted slowly. Doesn't that work for everyone?

We've already established how I best sleep, nestled in a warm embrace, serenaded by giggles at my jokes, with my head being petted slowly. Doesn't that work for everyone? — Hanover

What about what I want? Why do you never think about what I want? You throw spark plugs at me and then expect me to cuddle you warm, to crawl all over you like a little, furry kitten? You know, they say that love is like an ache that X-rays do not show, but you know it's there.You know. And it hurts. :’(

I've never heard the x-ray analogy, but it's so poignant. You know I melt when you reference diagnostic studies, especially old school plain films and not the new fangled MRIs. I'm so choked up, I must allow Willie to speak for me. https://youtu.be/DDGiSoLIG8I

And should you find it in your heart to return my spark plug, that'd just be too sweet. The racket the Camaro makes when I pull into the Piggly Wiggly from running on 7 cylinders is such an embarrassment.

The racket the Camaro makes when I pull into the Piggly Wiggly from running on 7 cylinders is such an embarrassment. — Hanover

Especially as it is the six cylinder model.

Yes, it had six cylinders and I welded a 7th in there and got all the timing right. It was a feat of engineering that cost me my marriage, but it fucked up the windshield cleaner squirter thing, so I parted it out and bought a Big Mac. No regrets.

I can’t sleep...