Once a day smash a banana in your face without the peel of course.

Someday I am going to go to North Dakota; I fully expect to find a waterpark there that has a water slide named the Bison’s Cervix…or maybe it will just be a fun house about the reproductive cycle of another treasured animal. If you get caught by the horns, you’ll eventually learn to worship the cervix as my Gandpappy used to say, I think he might have been talking about moonshine but no one saw him much after the stroke and I’m talking about the stroke of Mother Nature love called lightening. It’s tough love really kind of like falling into the river of electrons face first, it’ll melt your soul at 50,000K but it’s the lovin’ a soul needs when it’s been pickled for 50 years. Sweet sulfur it cooks your heart down and feeds your brain zappins so you can hear the cracklin’ of the air static. It blew his tongue clear across the football field and it hit the side of the stadium like a rotten tomato and one of his eyes exploded like a raw egg getting crushed in the hands of a maniac, but it did not dampen his spirit, he still could drink and you don’t need a brain to drink you just need a pie hole.