Working out is a proven anti-depressant and happiness booster, yet Prozac still seemingly reigns intrepid king of attempting to propagate endorphins. “Endorphins work as “natural pain relievers.” !!!!! Forget any kinda pill!! Popping pillz is much more costly than strapping on running lace-ups and taking to the streets, yet it’s easier, a real fast method. Warm guns produce flushed cheeks, flat abs, sex appeal. Happiness is a fucking warm gun, people! Exercise =Sex appeal = sex = happiness. Anti-ds= funky brainwaves= happyhappyjoyimsoexcited demeanors + decrease in libido = loss of sex + she/he’s freakily excited = sadness Which equation is more appealing? Duh. Sex is so open-ended too. There are the many fetishes which spill forth from our extensive human genomes. Sex for Furry-lovers, sex for people who enjoy only themselves, sex for moms, sex for grandfathers, sex for exhibitionists, sex for nuns, sex for orange juice-addicts, sex for people who like being in little booths in Chinatown with a woman in pleather whipping them, sex for accountants who only get off during tax season… We all could/can be happy. All it might take is a little flexing, heavy breathing, spandex, water bottles, dedication.
