Boss man plays a trombone, rocks an outdated hair style and always wears a suit? I regret to tell you that he’s in a ska band.
You get to the point where you don’t even feel awake from it anymore, you just feel headaches and fatigue from not having it. It’s the last socially acceptable drug addiction.
He just wants to grill….
Now would that be “le met” or “perde”?
Burnout assumes that there was a fire to begin with… Not so with me; I was born ashes.
Mine was Ayn Rand. Yeah. Not going back there.
I’d go with a slightly more robust varietal, if you’re sticking with white wine. A good oaked Chardonnay or white Bordeaux.
Well, the cat’s in the cradle…
I fear the special attacks of Foucaultchu.
Heh, this strip reminds me of this song:
Even odder fact, that band’s vocalist is Jeff Gramm, former Senator Phil Gramm’s son.