the entire topic of crapping on chests is huge..... by addressing it, i'm really invoking the spirit of Marty from Back to the Future when he starts playing his guitar in front of all the kids from the 50s and even the black pioneers of Rock music are blown away by his futuristic guitar solos..... we can safely assume, that when Benji touches on crapping on chests, that he is addressing people many generations hence, and today's person would be left flummoxed and bewildered by it..... nevertheless, there is a precedent for this topic which is most usually dealt with by the South Park people and, perhaps, secondarily by the Seth McFarlane people, i have tried contacting both of the aforementioned to discuss the topic, with a blow-torch and told them not to bring any clothes and that we could be friends forever, just meet me by the old swamp behind old man finnegan's home, but never got a response.... no matter
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| when it comes to crapping on chests, my middle name's Marti |
in fact, before i even get to this topic, in my next posting, i'm just going to crack my knuckles and crack my neck bone a little and maybe do some warm up laps and some bend and stretch exercises, crouch down, crack my knees (they almost always crack upon squatting) and then maybe do some upper torso limbering exercises and thus build myself up to it
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