Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I had a dream

That I drank some beer. Then I threw up, violently. I could taste the vomit in my mouth, it burned in my throat.

"Alcohol is for pickling things that are dead. Or people who wish to be."
"Beer is made from a grain that only cows can consume, and even they need two stomachs to manage the task."

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