Monday, December 13, 2010

I asked the bartender to put an umbrella in my 7-Up, he grabbed one from the lost and found

I'm not sure anymore why I don't drink. I've always hated the taste. Like something that shouldn't be in my mouth. It tastes like when someone's varnishing their floors and you walk in with your mouth open. I guess I'm not totally against the idea of drinking, though. It must be nice to relax sometimes. I also really like the sound of a can being opened. I bet opening a whole bunch of cans in a row must be really satisfying in and of itself. And then stomping them flat, and making a few pennies when you recycle them.


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