Sometimes, on a Friday afternoon, you just have to throw caution
to the wind and drink that 2+ year old can of diet root beer. Moot Beer.
"Obligatory victuals, it seems, only to accompany the true object of my excursion-- to suckle the toothsome strawfuls of your wintry Celtic-themed libation as briskly as I can manage, a carnal act performed with full awareness that such pace shall certainly heighten my risk of developing an Arctic cranial ache of epic proportion. No matter, the suffrage will be brief and deserved and pale in compare to the forthcoming Grimaconian rapture." -ms.03.17.14 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.