8 down. 1 pizza. 1/2 a pack. Didn't touch the peanuts. And I'm going to bed. Yet one more internal notice that I am older. But, then, drinking alone isn't all that it is cracked up to be. Night all....I retire bowed yet not bloodied.
Well, yeah. He got through the whole 12-pack and stumbled down a flight of stone steps. Or something to that order. I mean, Invictus could only have been written by a madman or a drunk...or a 19th century British poet.
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you're quoting William Ernest Henley...almost, except he must've been a little more drunk because somehow he ended up "...bloody but unbowed."
Well, yeah. He got through the whole 12-pack and stumbled down a flight of stone steps. Or something to that order.
I mean, Invictus could only have been written by a madman or a drunk...or a 19th century British poet.
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