A farmer left his house one evening, walked into the middle of a field and stood there, utterly still.
He stood there for days, then a week, then a month.
Finally a neighbour went out to ask him what he's doing?
"I want to get into the Guinness Book of records," the farmer replied.
His neighbour was confused.
"In the category of being outstanding in my field."
He stood there for days, then a week, then a month.
Finally a neighbour went out to ask him what he's doing?
"I want to get into the Guinness Book of records," the farmer replied.
His neighbour was confused.
"In the category of being outstanding in my field."
Dying to live, living to die.