no. yous a yute. I was eluding to the recycling efforts of Uncle Charlie. Single Malts. Ahhh. Spirits for the soul. they keep you feeling young and vibrant.
Yesterday a little itty bitty Chrysler Crossfire changed lanes sandwiching herself between me and a cage with inches to spare, gee thanks. Me? after splitting lanes and flipping her off, I thought of the wise words of Charlie Parker, "you gotta do better than that!" Oh how I love to ride like a pig fornicator. ya would have been proud.
Oh, and after arriving at Greg's house and finding he had no liquor or beer in the house, I arrived home yesterday to the same situation. No whiskey and no beer. Dang, I hate it when that happens. The up side was we went to the red dot and being 7:01pm had to settle for beer. omg. They had a frickin huge selection. took me a while to decide.
