Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I had delhi-belly in India once and had to wipe my lubot on a pair of socks which stunk to high heaven so I flung them out of the window,I saw them in the gutter,when I looked a few minutes later they had dissappeared
and I remember when I had amoebic dysentery,I couldnt keep a thing in,it all came out in a rush of brown gravy,I was on a camel and had to pop behind sand dunes at least once an hour,no toilet paper and I was forced to wipe my bum with hot sand
I do remember once watching the dung beetles trying unsuccessfully to scoop liquid crap into balls to bury
