Josh Wolf

There's no second part, meaning there's the part where you want the gum, but there's the part where you don't feel like disposing of it by putting it in a piece of newspaper and walking it over so you just spit it out of your mouth in the parking lot and somebody steps in it.

What's going on?

That's all it is.

That's all.

Not only is it two seconds of your life, but it's a cycle that gets completed.

It's like when I walk up to the urinal and there's a bubbly, golden, frothy offering waiting for me from the last guy that took the piss but did not want to lift his left hand up 14 inches and pull the plunger down and fucking flush the thing.

It's like, oh, now I get to walk up on your fucking offering.

Yeah.

But for me, I flush the toilet the same way dealers do that blackjack thing when they switch to a new table where they go, I'm done.

I'm out.

Hands over.

Good luck, gentlemen.

Thanks for the tip.

It is a beginning, a middle, and an end.

The beginning is, I want a cookie.

Open this container.

The middle is, I shall reach in and grab some cookies.

And the end is, I shall zip it shut.

It completes the cycle.

I need to take a piss.