Me sell hats, okey pokey?

To me a good Scotch Whisky is an event drink. Drink it to celebrate, drink it to mourn, share it with friends, or hoard the whole bottle to yourself, just as long as there is some some triggering event that warrants it.

Well there are several stories in the Bible about Jesus riding an ass, but none about Jesus riding boobs. So I think it’s safe to say Jesus was an ass man.

The sequel is Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator which deals with such topics as a massive luxury space hotel, shapeshifting aliens that will bludgeon you to death and eat you for existing near them, and accidentally reversing the age of one of your grandparents so far that they blink out of existence and you have to travel into the extremely dangerous pre-existance void to save them.

Whataburger is not the cheapest price. Not by a long shot.

Gotta be careful with that. I shared an office with an old guy once and had to bring headphones. We wouldn’t talk, but he would constantly make old man noises. Coughs, grunts, snorts, etc. If I didn’t block them out, they would drive me crazy like nails on a chalkboard. That said, the guy himself was really cool and I loved working with him otherwise.

You ever read about the newspaper headlines in Paris during the Seventh Nepoleonic War, when Napoleon escaped from Elba and began marching toward Paris?

They start off with headlines like “The Tyrant has returned to wage war on a terrified population.” Then switch to more neutral language like “Napoleon takes Laffrey and continues his march toward Paris”. And finally, upon his arrival “The glorious emperor Napoleon returns to Paris amidst cheers from an overjoyed populace”

Same concept, they’re afraid of saying anything negative now that he is fully set to reassume power.

When you were 19, did you have much of a say if your parents wanted to take you on a trip? Legally, sure. But in reality?