What People Do For Fun
I play video games for fun. Some people take up a hobby. And some others decide to run in the fucking desert for 150 miles.
This is the Marathon of the Sands, in Morocco. They carry supplies on their back for 150 miles. Because this is something to do.
You have to pay 5 grand in order to do it. Which is stupid. Just walk 150 miles from one town to the next in the desert, and try not to die. There, I've saved you 5 grand.
The only reason I could see is that it could get you chicks, because they know you can go all night in the Moroccan desert, you can go all night in the bedroom. Although if you're spending all your time in the desert, the little fireman's gotta be chapped as hell. While I don't have firsthand experience of that organ, I'm guessing there's a reason they make dildos out of latex rather than sandpaper.
It will probably get you chicks, but there's easier ways. You can learn to play the guitar instead of nearly dying in the desert of dehydration. In fact, do it once, just to prove how tough you are, then never do it again. Say, Yeah, I ran the Marathon of the Sands. Just do it.
Funny story:
"In 1994, Mauro Prosperi, a police officer from Rome, got lost in a sandstorm and wandered several hundred kilometres off course.
TWICE MORE!
Here's the story I stole it from.
Finally, a quote from Lawrence of Arabia, 1962:
"No Arab loves the desert. We love water and green trees. There is nothing in the desert and no man needs nothing."
This is the Marathon of the Sands, in Morocco. They carry supplies on their back for 150 miles. Because this is something to do.
You have to pay 5 grand in order to do it. Which is stupid. Just walk 150 miles from one town to the next in the desert, and try not to die. There, I've saved you 5 grand.
The only reason I could see is that it could get you chicks, because they know you can go all night in the Moroccan desert, you can go all night in the bedroom. Although if you're spending all your time in the desert, the little fireman's gotta be chapped as hell. While I don't have firsthand experience of that organ, I'm guessing there's a reason they make dildos out of latex rather than sandpaper.
It will probably get you chicks, but there's easier ways. You can learn to play the guitar instead of nearly dying in the desert of dehydration. In fact, do it once, just to prove how tough you are, then never do it again. Say, Yeah, I ran the Marathon of the Sands. Just do it.
Funny story:
"In 1994, Mauro Prosperi, a police officer from Rome, got lost in a sandstorm and wandered several hundred kilometres off course.
He managed to live for the next nine days on a diet of boiled urine and dead bats. He lost over 13kg (30lbs) during his ordeal but returned to Morocco to race twice more."
TWICE MORE!
TWICE MORE!TWICE MORE!
Here's the story I stole it from.
Finally, a quote from Lawrence of Arabia, 1962:
"No Arab loves the desert. We love water and green trees. There is nothing in the desert and no man needs nothing."
posted by Marshall McMahon at 12:29 AM
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