Suggested wine pairing: pinot noir.
Four drools worth of non-existent beans.
I never really cared about basketball either. “You have the benefit of placing a spherical object through a curved toroidal line while being paid millions of dollars.” Alcoholics Anonymous is a far superior religion anyway.
So the beans truncate it to cookin’, rather than cooking?
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “That fact has not created in me a sense of obligation.”
I like how the middle guy/thing’s speech bubble has a green outline, I’m sure that’s not an accident.
In any regards Mr. Combs: You’re too drool for drool… drool DROOL DROOL DROOL DRA-OLLLL DRE-OOL DRI-OOLL!!!
There’s your next title. Print it and Press it!
Panda: As a child, I cared deeply about basketball (because kids are dumb), and to this day I’m always happy when Chicago loses (because I can hold a god damn grudge.)
KCC: It would be very strange if that were an accident. But it’s all the same to the universe, I suppose.
I’ve been using ROsetta STone for nine years and I still can’t get my word balloons to have a green ring ’round it.
That’s because it’s not really a matter of language acquisition. Try getting a dialect coach.
So I will turn out to actually like basketball? (Because kids are dumb?)
Are you aging backwards, headed toward infancy? If so, I bet one of the cool things is the foreknowledge that you’re going to lose your sense of object permanence. I mean, that’s bonkers.
I was referring to the fact that most human beings, according to the rules (drools?), whose age is less than 18 years, are considered children, legally. I was having pretensions towards how circular “cool” (drool?) is, in that in your opinion changed between childhood and adultish-hood, and I may go through the reverse.
By the reverse, I meant that about my basketball opinions, not my age. I think. I am confused now. Feel free to disregard all my previous rambling, and replace it with something wittier
I guess, subconsciously, I thought the only people who read Mountain Time were college students majoring in philosophy and old guys who more or less live at the race track, always claiming they have a new system, placing $2 bets and sneaking in booze in increasingly novel ways.
But either way, I wouldn’t dwell on legal categorizations of age. In my estimation, I was 19 from about 10th grade through my junior year at college.
So if you’ve no interest in basketball, congratulations! You should probably be taking lots of art classes and reading Vonnegut.
There are no beans anywhere
I’m glad Dawn wasn’t here. She might have tried to go up the chasm, and that’s just completely the wrong direction.
Well, I for one am a college student majoring in philosophy.
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