Once upon a time on Planet Druidia, a foolish king underestimated the value of his people’s air. Instead, he treasured superficial things like his daughter’s nose job, a nose job to rival all nose jobs, a nose job worthy of a prince’s love, a nose job that probably resulted in superior blowing.
The king didn’t care who was going down on the altar of the princess’ beauty. Pampering her took precedence over everyone else’s comfortable breathing.
In this spirit, I’d like to share a picture of me going down:
When you’re going down like that, you learn to value the air you breathe and the cleanliness of it. It’s easily forgotten in our everyday lives.
If you don’t have air, you can’t enjoy anything else. I think the folks in West Virginia would say the same about water…