“So do you think men are jackals?” I asked satori.

“Yes.”

“Me too. I have never met a man in my life that did not at one point see a hole he wanted to put his dick in and do whatever it took to conquer.”

“Me either.”

“Yeah, they may not do it all the time. They may be sleeping but a sleeping jackal is still a jackal.”

“Sleeping, or maybe he’s not hungry,” she said.

I snorted. “Not hungry. Yeah, that’s even better. He gets hungry, he’s going to act.”

The soldier after seeing the principal aka his boss:

“Yeah, they were bitchin’ and complainin’, my boss and his boss and after they were done complaining I asked them if I could have blah, blah, and blah. I said that I wanted blah and blah, these things I want.”

I laughed.

“Yeah, I love myself sometimes. I love myself! It’s like having them tell you you’re doing a lousy job and turning around and asking for a raise,” he said with a snort. “You should have seen the look on their faces, it was fun.”

I commented on a nurse’s beaming grin today.

“Well you never know when you’re gonna die and I don’t want to be a bad mood when it happens.”

How’s that for Moon (mood) conjunct Pluto (death) in Sagittarius (buoyant)?

Do you have a preference how you die?