It’s fall. The days are shortening, the air is crispening, the colors are morphing, the leaves are falling. There is a palpable and present sense of transformation amongst us. Fall and its energy of change often inspires reflection. Many choose to pause and consider the patterns and habits of daily life and how they align with core values.
Reflection is good. Let me tell you about some reflection.
Recently I was in a public restroom. I rushed to the urinal, as the urge was strong, like a Goblet of Fire in my lower abdomen. As soon as I arrived to the porcelain wiz box, I extracted my Prisoner of Azkaban and began to unburden my internal canteen into the Chamber of Secrets before me. Mid-stream, I looked down at the plumbing in front of me, and my eyes were drawn to the chrome-plated cover adorning the water supply line. It was roughly dick-height, say, three feet off the ground, and its shiny, convex exterior reflected my wiener in an exquisitely inaccurate manner. I wasn’t even approaching a quarter chub, yet in the reflection, my Sorcerer’s Stone looked like a Half-Blood Prince! No, in fact, it was beyond that. It looked disproportionately magnificent. Mucho grande. It looked like it would be a burden to haul around.
After gawking at myself for too long in a public restroom, of course taking the time to move my body around and watch my Nimbus 2000 grow and shrink rapidly in the reflection, I Ordered my Phoenix back into my pants, a little bit surprised it fit.
As I reflect on this reflection, I see that it’s all about how we look at things. And the way I’m looking at it, I have a huge penis.
Yolo 69 420 