So my sweet buddy and I were going for a long-delayed cuppa tea, and on the bus to our (second) favourite teahouse we happened to catch some interesting conversation from the two men behind us. Here it is recounted (as verbatim as my memory would allow) for your viewing pleasure.
"So, in Soviet Russia they had this huge drill and they drilled like five miles into the earth, and you know what they heard? They heard screaming. There are souls down there, man. Souls."
"God is great, and god is full of grace, and we don’t deserve that grace."
"Man, fuck god."
"The only god I know is a king dude with a really fucking big sword."
"The only king I know is Elvis."
"Wasn’t there this one time when you did like a thousand pushups with some guy standing on your back?"
"Yeah man, and I only used one arm."
And my personal favourite-
"You know what life is? Life is a grain of sand. Life is a pigeon picking up a grain of sand and flying to the moon and flying back, and then getting another grain of sand."
I have a sad feeling that my overheard ETS conversations will never get better. I think that was the peak.