Merry Christmas, Lush City, ol' buddy
No matter how much we've always busted each other's balls, all of us here in this singular, unique community, we've always had fun. Together.
Hello Christmas drunks. I had to take it easy while hanging out with the family, as they don't take too kindly to heavy drinking. The day's drinking included a glass of wine and two beers. Needless to say, I was hurting for more, but fended off my desires until today, where I can pick up where I left off wrt: the KD train. Feels good.
Merry Christmas, Lush City, ol' buddy
No matter how much we've always busted each other's balls, all of us here in this singular, unique community, we've always had fun. Together.
Here's a drink raised from the East of your Eden.
Cheers, dude.
Cheers to you, my fine pirate friend!
Found myself in the Matrix and took the red pill. Now I want the blue pill and my bottle and leave me alone.
I suggest a hat on each side. Or better yet, see how many times people at your house feel the urge to physically put the hat on.
Yeah, I'm doing this; maybe even this weekend
It feels like it's close to 'cut loose' time, I feel like painting this town drunk
"They told me to see the glass half full cause some see it as half empty
I chose to see the glass twice the size it needed to be" - Pharoahe Monch, 'Broken Again'
Had a wood fired pizza for lunch today. Jalapeño, chorizo and blue cheese, if you're curious. A glass of chianti. It was a perfect moment...
But then that moronic ditty Santa's Comin' To Town by Springsteen came on, and I threatened to reach across the counter and clean the poor guy's clock if he didn't change the muzak to something more appropriate like Pavarotti or Ave Maria. Or Ethyl Murman, for chrissake.