THE ADVENTUROUS HSR, NOW ONLY 25, HAS A CHANCE TO SEE THE WORLD, OR AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OF THE SOUTH, AS HE DRIVES A SUPPOSEDLY RELIABLE CAR THROUGH THE DENSE AND IMMENSE WOODS...
AND HE NOTICES AN IMPORTANT SIGN
BUT HSR ISN'T WORRIED, BECAUSE HE HAS A FULL TANK RIGHT NOW, HOWEVER, HE SEES SOME OF THE THICKEST WOODS ON EARTH...
THAT MIGHT EVEN SEEM A LITTLE SCARY, BUT HSR FEELS PRETTY COOL ABOUT THINGS, WITH HIS GOOD KARMA SELF, AND ROLLS DOWN THE WINDOW TO FULLY INHALE THE FRESH RAINFOREST AIR, WITH ITS ATTENDANT OXYGEN-RICHNESS,
AND HE THINKS TO HIMSELF, "I'LL GET SOME MORE SNACKS AND GAS IN ABOUT 99 MILES, AND HE TURNS THE RADIO UP AND JUST BREEZES ALONG AT THE SPEED LIMIT, AND ALL OF THIS TIME, HE DOESN'T SEE ANY OTHER CARS PASSING BY, BUT HE REMEMBERS THAT HE CHOSE TO TAKE THE BACKWOODS "SCENIC ROUTE" THIS TIME, SO HE'S JUST HUMMIN' ALONG, THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, HE FEELS THE CAR ACT FUNNY...AND YES...IT'S A FLAT TIRE...
BUT NO MATTER, HE JUST PULLS OUT HIS PHONE, BUT GUESS WHAT...THERE'S NO BARS...NO SERVICE...NO CONNECTION...SO HE PULLS OFF TO THE SIDE, AND REALIZES THAT THERE IS NO SPARE TIRE, BUT HE DOESN'T START BOO HOOING AND CRYING, HE JUST STARTS GATHERING SOME STUFF IN HIS BACKPACK AND SAYS, "WELL, I BETTER GET GOING BEFORE IT GETS TOO DARK, AND HE COMES ACROSS ONE HOUSE...
THAT HE MIGHT ASK FOR HELP AT...BUT HAS A GUT FEELING...THEN DECIDES NOT TO GO THERE, SO HE KEEPS ON WALKING, AND IS AMAZED AT SOME OF THE "BLOBULAR BOTANICAL ENTITIES" THAT HE COMES ACROSS...
AND STARTS TO SEE STRANGE GIANT TREES DRESSED IN OTHER PLANTS THAT SUGGEST SUPERNATURAL SHAPES, LIKE THEY COULD EVEN BE "GREEN ANIMALS!...
AND ESPECIALLY ONE THAT EVEN LOOKS LIKE IT COULD BE A "RAINFOREST GODZILLA"...
SO HE KEEPS ON WALKING, AND HIS EYES ARE WIDER THAN EVER NOW AS THINGS START TO GET DARKER WITH THE SETTING SUN...
AND HSR STARTS TO REALLY PAY ATTENTION TO THE SMALL SOUNDS IN THE BIG FOREST, WHICH START TO REALLY CREEP HIM OUT...AND HE STARTS TO SEE AND EVEN IMAGINE SHAPES THAT COULD MEAN BAD NEWS OR EVEN HARM...
SO WITH ABOUT 60 MILES TO GO, AND NO CELL PHONE SERVICE, HSR WONDERS WHAT TO DO NEXT...LIKE, SHOULD HE CLIMB A TREE AND WAIT TILL THE DAWN?...HE WAS A GOOD BOY SCOUT, SO HE IS STILL KEEPING HIS WITS ABOUT HIM, BUT THERE'S NOT EVEN A MOON IN THE SKY TO GIVE HIM A LITTLE LIGHT...SO IT'S PITCH BLACK NOW, WITH OWLS MAKING NOISES, AND HE CAN HEAR LITTLE ANIMALS SCAMPERING AND RUNNING AROUND ON THE DRY LEAVES, BUT NOW HE SEES SOMETHING THAT COULD BE...EYES!...
...THAT LOOK LIKE SMALL FLASHLIGHTS SHINING ON HIM...AND NOW HE CAN BEGIN TO HEAR HIS OWN HEARTBEAT, AS HE ALMOST WALKS INTO A TREE...
WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, A CAR, WHICH HE DIDN'T HEAR, SHOWS UP BEHIND HIM, SCARING HIM A BIT...
...BUT FROM THE AGGRESSIVE AND DETERMINED LOOK OF THE CAR, HSR DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK OR DO NEXT, SO HE...break time!...let's turn the suspense knob down a ways, because I am grabbing the arm rest of my chair hard...like I'm at...the dentist!...so I'm going to take a breath now, and try to relax again, while your "I'm just thumbing through the pages of my favorite catalogue, but I don't know what to get first!" smile tries to act like you weren't scared, not even in the least!
"Quick, name three things that you want to do until you can't do them anymore!"
"A rolling stone", it is said, "will gather no moss"...
...but teeth and toes are very different...they both can gather a type of "moss!"
In the feet's case, it's called "toe-jam"...''
...and in the teeth's case, it's called "dental plaque"...
Understandably, they are both coded under the general term "biofilms."
And these films of bacteria and such, are always growing in and around various exposed and accessible areas of living organisms.
Yes, we have germs that call our bodies "Home Sweet Home"...with an inviting door mat!
And we need to frequently slough them off and away with adequate daily (not weekly or less frequent) bodily and oral hygiene practices!
...so if you don't wash the feet, you may grow and collect peanut-butter-equivalent amounts of toe jam,
and if you continue to eat and not clear away residual food, you can grow what some Dentists call "Southern Butter!"...
So, be like a rolling stone...and gather no "moss" on the teeth!...
Now, on to the next person..."Hey, you, over there...yeah, you..."Moss Mouth!""
(It's about to get messy...I'll tell you what happens next time!)
May you have many...businesses would gladly trade their products for your money, immediately, if not sooner...do competing, long strands of DNA fight each other like snakes?...I did not think that I would like 72% dark chocolate, but I do!...smiles!
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