You may be right...but then again, only time will tell if we can stand the test of time....maybe..or it could be something else that will decide if we can stand the test of time..like pudding or dolly madison fruit pies..but not the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ones that were filled with...yeah you guessed it: pudding. A little too ironic, yeah I really do think. But no one really knows, so that might mean no one is wrong about it either. I'm not saying, I'm just not sure what to do when people come over with a 12 pack and then leave like 2 beers in the fridge. I end up with like a case of beer, but no more than two of the same label, and some I wouldn't drink on a dare...but I can't throw beer away..that would be criminal. Yet, I'm not drinking much Mickey's Big Mouth these days..and if I did have one, I better have ten in a hurry and they better be super cold..so two is useless. And there is no way I am cooking with that [Mark May]. So I have to wait for some punk ass neighbor to refuse to leave my drive way so I can start handing off bad orphan beers to him until he gets the hint. Really..who is to say anything about who deserves what after Farmer Ted nailed Caroline Mulfurd; all we are left to say is that to contradict would be nothing more than a circle jerk that goes from left to right..which isn't really natural, but we should not judge unless we are willing to deal with two Mickey's, two Schlitz, a stray Pabst and a Coors..but not Coors light..actual Coors, which most people don't appear to know is still made. BUT...the good news is PBR in a bottle comes with a poker card in the lid..so you can buy a round, play high card poker, with the loser buying the next round, and when you get to the 5th round you can play 5 card stud for a round of shots. Speaking of doing shots, in the immortal words of Socrates..I drank what? Which can only prompt us to believe there are no certainties if a man doesn't even know what he just drank. Except, well, there is *one* certainty: and that is that there are no certainties. Oh, and that we should not be hasty. That makes two. Better to waffle than actually be bold and make a definitive claim about the future. Rather than be rash, let's just be cautiously optimistic and reserve judgement. Not Yet. Maybe later. Or now. Ice cream? Sweet puppy surprise? I hope so. Ask me tomorrow, the boys are in the bathroom zipping up their flies.
Bitches, man....I gotta jet. Just cracked open an Ace of Spades...I'm not buying this round.