The gods give man two gifts to entertain ourselves before we die, the thrill of fucking a woman who wants to be fucked, the thrill of killing a man who wants to kill you.
I consider conversations with people to be mind exercises, but I don't want to pull a muscle, so I stretch a lot. That's why I'm constantly either rolling my eyes or yawning.
Seane:
"Tlogatloga e tloga gale, modisa wa dikgomo o bolola natso, thupa ya tsone o e kgetla di eme."
Tlhaloso:
Motho o tshwanetse go simololale tiro kwa e simololang gone, a e tshware ka thata. O tlaa bona go ikhutsa fela e setse e wetse.