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pretty much supposed to taste like a shit sandwich

I can't help but look towards the weather conditions on Sunday and it seems dicey. But as the title suggests, I think it will bother everyone and hopefully I can work with Jordan and whoever else shows up (pacers are welcome).
Next in the list of scenarios that this title alludes to would be the taste of low-ball alcohol. Now I've shared my sentiment that there can exist some differences in taste for the cost i.e. the Pigs Eye superiority to Keystone or Natty Light options. Yet when one of my patrons come in here and bitches that we aren't carrying her Tvarscki (we do sometimes, but regularly have McCormick's) and that she's "going to have to start going somewhere else" prior to a string of expletives to convey her frustration, I really am not compelled to care. I mean nobody is drinking that stuff by itself for love of flavor, they're masking it with juice. We all know this, don't act like you're a connoisseur if all you're after is the effing buzz.
Finally, I will mention my own frustration with the number of conservative lawmakers bemoaning the "tyranny" of our president and how in danger we are of losing our personal freedoms. This is so ridiculous when we look at the shite we were dealing with not more than a few months ago. The fact that we are suggesting ways to boost the average person's quality of life in this country or smooth ties with nations that have recently been outspoken in their criticism of this country does not make us weak or tyrannical. It sounds like a pretty mature and intelligent code of conduct as opposed to unlawfully jailing people, torturing them, or sending in our troops without the backing of the UN. If you can't be happy in some small way that, at the very least, our former president is out of office, than you've got a pretty morbid sense of the way a country should be run and the example it should set to those that it holds inferior or corrupt.

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Anonymous said…
i hear ya on the politics man- my old man is so scared for his guns that he thinks secession is in order...maddening!

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