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Never underestimate the catharsis of digging a hole.
Unless you live on hardpan. Fuck hardpan.
Who was that guy that discovered something very important in physics, and he said the elves told him about it? The elves that were in the massive holes/caves he would dig in his back property, as his outlet. I forget how large his friends said the tunnels were, but he clearly spent a lot of time digging tunnels.
Edit: Seymour Cray, of the Cray supercomputer. AKA The Father of Supercomputing.
I think Seymour Cray may have had a gas leak in his basement.
Or a big stash of DMT
This passage from Wikipedia is infinitely funny to me:
"Have you always wanted to have a transcendent psychedelic experience but just could never fit it in to your busy schedule? Now you can, with DMT™! Ask your dealer about it today!"
Well yeah, acid is your whole day. You’ve gotta plan that shit. It’s a real Saturday drug.
I live in Houston. Everything is clay. That shit gets stuck to your shovel and does not come off.
That being said, we had some woods behind our house and we would play out there all the time. Digging, pellet guns, machetes to chop down trees and make forts.