She is a lightweight . . . literally . . .
Who you callin’ Lightweight?
I could drink you under the table, young man…
(OK, not coffee).
What if the table is under water?
Nah, that waters down the beer.
What if the table is under beer?
:happy:
Drink and then get under the table? I’ve never played that game before.
Drink, get up on the table, dance around like a fool? That game I’ve played before.
I know a person who likes to get drunk, get nekkid, and be somebody else!!
Somebody else in particular or just somebody else?
he didn’t say someone else. He just said a person. Could be self
I need more coffee. I got it now.
Naaah . . . I gotta be me; I gotta be me . . .
That’s prolly for the best, as you do a good job at it.
Some would argue that point . . .
Well, at the time you were born, you were the only sucker who took the job of being AZ.
There wasn’t anybody standing in line, either.
I often wonder, if we are reincarnated, am I better off or worse off this go around?
I dunno . . . do you sometimes have dreams where your breath smells like kitty fritters?!?!?
No, but there are times that I wake up and it tastes like that. Just mostly after I’ve been drinking.
Note to Ace’s Self:
The darker the bean, the lighter the caffeine. (It rhymes, that’s why I can remember it). Get a good, dark French Roast and perhaps you can have two cups. That’s how I get away with it.
Oh, and I hope the new year will bring you joys beyond your imagination. [Big HUG to you!!!]