I am wording this carefully on purpose. Because thread zappy happy fingers are our lot till The Pink Sticky Penis of Truth has penetrated the shields of The Ministry Of Permitted Thought.
Where out in public are you at your most private ?
Take the weight of your feet, in the name of relief.
Look up and forward, as most people do.
Contemplate the phrase, don't shit on me and tell me it's the purest Swiss chocolate..