There's no doubt that Thoreau wrote some great stuff even if Walden Pond was only "semi-autobiographical." I guess if I can forgive Thoreau his personal, wanton douchebaggery, I can forgive Hyde his manifest bafoonery.
You gotta like how this Hyde character says, "I’ll never get a stranger’s obsession with my knickers, but that is *always* question #1."
That's just a covert way to say, "man, you must stink to high heaven under those Patagonia jeans." Besides, as any "extreme minimalist" will tell you, commando is the only way to go. One less thing.
I'm guessing that if someone were to swack Ryan's pointy head with the spine of a copy of Walden Pond, the resultant hollow, coconut sound would secretly delight onlookers.
There's no doubt that Thoreau wrote some great stuff even if Walden Pond was only "semi-autobiographical."
I guess if I can forgive Thoreau his personal, wanton douchebaggery, I can forgive Hyde his manifest bafoonery.
You gotta like how this Hyde character says, "I’ll never get a stranger’s obsession with my knickers, but that is *always* question #1."
That's just a covert way to say, "man, you must stink to high heaven under those Patagonia jeans." Besides, as any "extreme minimalist" will tell you, commando is the only way to go. One less thing.
You hit the nail on the head!