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August 20, 2018 at 1:00 am (This post was last modified: August 20, 2018 at 1:01 am by ignoramus.)
Beccs, Losty. I have very fond memories with a donkey in Greece with my sister when we were 9 or 10 years old.
They're such loyal animals. Seriously. I'll tell you about it one day if you're bored.
(August 20, 2018 at 1:00 am)ignoramus Wrote: Beccs, Losty. I have very fond memories with a donkey in Greece with my sister when we were 9 or 10 years old.
They're such loyal animals. Seriously. I'll tell you about it one day if you're bored.
I don't have an all encompassing passion for much these days.
I like to keep everything balanced between work, friends , family, fitness and music.
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
August 20, 2018 at 5:56 am (This post was last modified: August 20, 2018 at 5:58 am by ignoramus.)
(August 20, 2018 at 4:23 am)The Valkyrie Wrote:
(August 20, 2018 at 1:00 am)ignoramus Wrote: Beccs, Losty. I have very fond memories with a donkey in Greece with my sister when we were 9 or 10 years old.
They're such loyal animals. Seriously. I'll tell you about it one day if you're bored.
Bored.
Actually I was 7 and sis was 9.
We stayed in a ridiculously backward town in the middle of nowhere somewhere near Sparta.
No electricity, no running water, no paved roads anywhere. You get the picture.
Anyway, one day Uncle (whatever his name was, lol) put me on his pet donkey, put sis behind me, filled the donkey's side bags with stuff.
Smacked the donkey on the arse and he started walking. The donkey was now in auto pilot.
Down one track, down a steep mountain, through a heap of little side tracks, up the mountain, down another road, etc.
We held on for dear life knowing that if we fall off, it's a looooong way to walk!
Eventually donkey entered another one donkeyhorse donkey town, stopped in front of some store, another old Greek man came out, took the stuff out of the bags and filled them up with a bunch of other stuff. Then he just smacked the poor uber donkey on the arse again and away we went again for another hour back home!
This is one of the 3 things I remember from my 3 month trip to Greece as a kid.
The other 2 were very frightening and I'm so glad mum didn't tell me about them till I grew older.
One was that mum woke up in the middle of the night and bashed shit out of me and just told me to go back to sleep.
(It turns out that a huge scorpion was walking on me... Like a good mum, she shit herself and went full retard on it to kill it (and me!)
Lastly, on another night, we all shook violently, she told me it was a big truck and to go back to sleep. Yep, you guessed it ... fucking earthquake!
anyway, that's all folks, back to your regular station...
August 20, 2018 at 7:18 am (This post was last modified: August 20, 2018 at 7:19 am by Whateverist.)
(August 20, 2018 at 5:56 am)ignoramus Wrote:
Actually I was 7 and sis was 9.
We stayed in a ridiculously backward town in the middle of nowhere somewhere near Sparta.
No electricity, no running water, no paved roads anywhere. You get the picture.
Anyway, one day Uncle (whatever his name was, lol) put me on his pet donkey, put sis behind me, filled the donkey's side bags with stuff.
Smacked the donkey on the arse and he started walking. The donkey was now in auto pilot.
Down one track, down a steep mountain, through a heap of little side tracks, up the mountain, down another road, etc.
We held on for dear life knowing that if we fall off, it's a looooong way to walk!
Eventually donkey entered another one donkeyhorse donkey town, stopped in front of some store, another old Greek man came out, took the stuff out of the bags and filled them up with a bunch of other stuff. Then he just smacked the poor uber donkey on the arse again and away we went again for another hour back home!
This is one of the 3 things I remember from my 3 month trip to Greece as a kid.
Wow. So basically your uncle used you to run drugs for him. Just be glad you weren't the other kind of mule. Putting them in the saddle bags was genius.
I'm finding it very hard to be passionate about anything these days, unfortunately. It may or may not be a side effect of the medication on, but my get up and go has definitely got up and left as of late. I feel overwhelmed by pretty much everything right now, and even overwhelmed by the thought of how much there is in the world to be passionate about; that there's not enough time or energy in the world to do even a fraction of all the stuff I'd like to do. But in the past, my main passions would have been programming, philosophy, and psychology... but at the moment I can barely comprehend the simplest of things, even in those subjects... it takes me forever rereading something to get it all to go in... I just can't focus like I used to. It's quite worrying and not a great feeling
You can make a difference, help me you lovely people who I love very much.
