Getting drunk on New Year’s Eve is fun to do; believe me. Just take my word and drink yourself to oblivion — you will not regret it.
My only word of caution is this: Once you’re thoroughly intoxicated, do not climb into your motorized vehicle and cruise around. You will survive this night just fine, if you travel on foot; there’s no need to go out and get into a high-speed crash. Leave the act of killing people to the governments of the world (also non-governmental organizations, and the transnational corporations that puppet all the above).
Champagne is the New Year’s drink. That’s what Lissandra, the ex-wife of my business partner, told me. Yet, when my business partner heard his ex-wife assert this, he replied with a smirk: “I say that BEER should be the official drink instead.” Then he leaned toward me and added, in a loud whisper: “But Lissandra is the authority on stuff that stinks.”
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