Wild but tame

I'm acting like I have money. I'm wearing a robe. Is that even how you spell it? And I'm eating strawberries like its my business. Like a business that I own, that of which makes money. I'm lying in bed and it's noon. I'm pretty sure I have no idea how to spell and I constantly think that I smell weird. Maybe if I had more confidence in myself I might just realize that smelling funny is fine. People all over this ball smell fucking weird and they still get laid. Sometimes I can smell myself and it's like, whatever. But sometimes I smell myself and I get worried about it. I need to floss more. And then there is this whole theory about pubic hair. Pubic hair is there for a reason and that reason involves fucking. But people don't just fuck, they fuck because they like the sent of someone. And pubs hold that sent. Their like little pheromone traps. 

Hair hair everywhere

And then there was this conversation, which I find very entertaining and worth the long read. 

Love in the woods has many perils.

Ladies and gents, clear cutting is wack, just tame that jungle. Wild but tame.