Epiphany

Hey everyone,

It's Aaron, and I'd like to tell you about a thought that crossed my mind the other day.

I wake up early one morning (meaning about 12 noon for me) and lie in bed for a bit, staring at the ceiling. There's something fascinating about the little bumps on the ceiling. They tend to get your mind wandering, and it was in this state of semi-awakeness that I had my realization.

It started innocently enough. I thought about how everyone has very different life situations. Not a profound or even original thought. But I explored it further: everyone does something unique to make their living.

It was in this vein of thought that I realized that some people in this world wake up, shower, eat, and then head off for work at a dildo factory. Kind of weird isn't it? Just as most of us head to school or to an office job, others pack a lunch that they'll later consume in a dildo emporium.

Everything they buy, everything they eat, and everywhere they go is dependent on their craftiness and proficiency behind a artificial dick maker machine. If they don't get that fake wang down to a tee and forget to polish the #D3C3A1 paint to a shine or making it accidentally curve to the right, I guess it looks like little Timmy's not going to summer camp this year. Uh oh, this one's girth doesn't pass quality control, that's too bad because Jenny really could have used that retainer. Stealing office supplies is another issue altogether.

One benefit, however, is that it no doubt increases creativity. Having that sort of job would mean your BSing skills need to be top notch. "What do you do for a living?" You could say, for instance, "I'm in the 'Body Services Industry'" or "a Cave Prodding Specialist" or even "an Interior Chiropractor." Those aren't very good examples, but hey, I don't work at the "Phallus Palace."

I hope that left you all with something to think about.

Yours,

Aaron