Well, not quite. But I had to take some Buckley’s earlier today and that was nothing short of a near death experience.
That horrid, disgusting taste lingers in my mouth like vultures circling their already-dead prey.
On another note, I’ve pulled every important muscle in my neck, back & shoulders leaving me to wander around quietly at home like a cripple. I’ve yet to escape to warm, wondrous Florida but a’las, better late than never. For now, work. Or something similar to it shall proceed.
Here’s a few links for today:
Ron Paul
Coffee Drinks Illustrated
Obey
The Sky is Falling
I’ve got whiskers, yes I do. I’ve got whiskers and so do you!
Peace, britches.
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