Changing the context of the phrase "Goo-Tube"

Click here. At least I didn't get aroused.

Where to begin?

Yeah, I know. It's like I've lost all passion for spewing out my pathos. In a way I have: I think it must be the yoga. It's like I'm not interested in expounding upon the minor annoyances that typify the entries I've laid out before you on this blog. Ugh, wisdom sucks. Oh, I'm not saying I'm going to be one of those all white organic cotton robe wearing, serenity pushing, smug as a bug in a rug because I have the keys to the kingdom and look down upon you lesser mortals with pity dudes that you just want to punch in the face because you happen to be doing very well on your own thank you very much and they can take their attitude, their sense of innate betterness and cram it with walnuts because their range of emotions is tighter than a crab's ass and maybe just maybe that punch will help them get to another plane (as in the floor) so that they can move along to their next level of consciousness and didn't you really do them a favor by punching them although perhaps the kicks while he lay prone on the floor were unnecessary, but hey who can tell these days what with the shabby state of our collective karma? I do so love long run on rambling ravings. Anyway, that's not (obviously) ever going to be me: the bitter pot boils and flows forth as ever. But, sometimes, now, only sometimes, I'll take a peek and go "Meh, I don't need this" and dump it out. And not on you.