Even adults need to shake off the cobwebs and submit their list to Santa. Those little elves need a lot of lead time to mine the rare earth metals needed for your assorted electronic gewgaws. You don’t want to be the dunce who ends up with coal in your stockings.
As we all know, 110% of the voting populace hate the evul teerump so we all need to buck up and follow the proggie game plan –
Well, after covering coffee last week it was only natural that I shift my focus to its Limey bastard cousin; tea. Surely tea drinking began somewhere in China and caught on elsewhere along the Silk Road trading route (I just made that last part up but I’ve found that if use terms like “Silk Road trading route” people will often believe the rest of the verbal diarrhea that flows from your mouth). Alright, where were we? Tea. Pretty popular drink everywhere. Great Britain. Ireland. India. China. Wakanda? Not so much.
You know, I used to absolutely hate poetry. Hated reading it, hated writing it, just generally hated everything about it. I was a prose guy, and I thought there was something silly and frivolous about scribbling thoughts into stanzas and trying to get them to scan and rhyme and all that crap.
Then, something changed. Maybe it was getting sober, though I have no idea why that would have any bearing on this. But over the past few years, I’ve found that there are certain instances where I can best put my thoughts in order by taking up quill and scroll and just churning out some of the old doggerel.
Before we go any further, let’s just get this out of the way here and now:
Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that (yeah), allow me if you will to emote all over you below:
Post title is a tribute to a funny blog titled Hookers And Booze that used to run a pretty clever post called the Thursday Random (pretty sure that’s what it was called). H&B is still alive, just not the random meme posts which is a shame since they were pretty effin funny IMO.
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