I’m so lame…
One would assume that, since it has been no less than about a zillion units of Planck’s Time (=5.391 24 x 10-44 s), nothing of interest has occurred in my life. This is a fucking lie. My life is thrilling and momentous and rife with details worthy of divulgence. The simple truth is that I am inherently lazy and I am also able to take procrastination and flakiness to a whole new level.
Thus said, I vow to write something less trite than futile excuses… soon.
I wrote my holiday card about laughter. Laughter is more important to me than IPA.
ummmm… beer?
Say hey? This confusion (lack of clarity?) about beer has me concerned.
You wrote a holiday card? Sounds like the work of an amateur procrastinator.
And what about IPA discharged through the nostril during laughter?
Amateur?!? I can take procrastination to dizzying heights. It’s a very useful skill.
IPA discharged through the nose, laughter-induced or not, quickly becomes undrinkable (or at least a less appealing imbibition option), and, ipso facto, a small-scale tragedy. I hate wasting beer!