Stuck in the Australian outback clutching a flask of orange juice and the remnants of a fruit smoothy - the contents of which is now mostly orange juice gunk. I guess I really have two orange based drinks in two separate containers - I could mix the two, put them into the one container but right now I'm appreciating the company my extra container is affording me.
To pass the time I think about all the women I've ever slept with, I then later move onto imagining and the women I've never slept with - this occupies my time considerably more than the previous game.
What I'd do for a chocolate bar . . . I've got a chocolate bar in my pocket - a snickers bar - but I want another chocolate bar because if I eat the one in my pocket I won't have a single chocolate bar left. If I had two chocolate bars I could really enjoy eating one of them because I'd eat it knowing there was one more to enjoy at later date. Yeah . . . what I'd do for a chocolate bar.
Thinking about my melting snickers bar somehow got me thinking about what it would be like to eat poo. Sure they smell bad but does that tell the whole story, I once ate some chorizo sausages at a restaurant that smelt of body odour, they tasted fine. I'm not going to try this but I wonder how long someone could survive only eat poo - once you get over the inevitable gag reflex is it a sustainable method of sustenance. My head says no but . . . well we'll just leave it there I think.
