Just be glad that I have more beer to talk about, instead of going on about watching "Finding Neverland" this evening while trapped with a cat on my lap, unable to reach the Kleenex. Resistance was futile. Besides, there's a time for getting weepy, and there's a time for avoiding "the ticking crocodile."Arrogant Bastard to the rescue! This stuff is oaked dammit. I am certainly not worthy.
p.s. I believe in fairies. Always have, always will.
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