A parable of the Maasai, or How To Shave a Lion's Balls

A young warrior went to the local witchdoctor with an impossible task. He asked, "Oh wise and subtle one, how can I shave a live lion's balls - for the lion is a ferocious beast and the poison darts of the barbaric tribes of the east can not sleepen him?"

Long the witchdoctor prayed and fasted, and many drug induced trips he took the homes of the ancestors, and they, in their mercy showed him the answer.

He returned, thin and worn, to the warrior and answered his riddle thus:

"Why the fuck do you want to shave a lion's balls?"

Please apply this to your own life. Thanks.