This makes no sense.
A: the banana would not stay upright.
B: Why would a mouse sit in sticky gloopy banana?
C: A mouse would not go kayaking in a banana, even less so using a floatation safety vest and a paddle.
D: WTF?!?!
Yeah… balloons end up in the sea and frequently turtles eat them thinking that their jellyfish. Dead sea turtles have been found stuffed full of plastic bags and balloons.
Paper lanterns end up setting things on fire far away.
Could you perhaps stop the magical disposable up-in-air thinking and do something else? Like write wishes on pieces of bark and hide them in a forest to break down harmlessly?
That’s very kind of you. I’m not starving and have a secure roof so I’m doing better than many others around the world. I am certainly not complaining in regards to that.
When I have day dreams of winning millions of dollars my first thoughts are typically “how could I help others”.
I would have to actually play the lottery though, which I’m not inclined to do.
I actually have but I felt embarrassed as hell each time.
I’m not against fine tuning and efficiency. I am against A: “LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!!!” And B: any sort of aggressive driving on public roads.
If there were such a thing a really ‘nice’ car that was ‘luxurious’ inside etc., but looked like absolutely nothing extraordinary outside, then I might buy one (in the alternative universe where I had lots of money to blow on new cars).
Just to be serious for a mo; why the fuck would I want a sports car anyway?
Showy cars are for smoothbrained insecure chucklefucks. I don’t come from money, and I have very little, but I certainly have no psychological need to attempt to appear like I do. Even if I got a gazillion bucks tomorrow there’s no way in hell I’m going to start purchasing shiny shit to show off with.
I’ve listened to ‘Rock you like a hurricane” by the Scorpions at leat several times by accident.