Monday, July 11, 2011

Quippage from the gates of Death

A text message I sent to a few friends at the end of last week, when they were surprised or aghast to learn that I was resistant to the idea of coming out for a beer:

"Beer and I are undergoing a trial separation.

Well, it's enforced by circumstance, actually: I've been laid low by the laduzi all week.

It's all right. I anticipate a tearful reconciliation very shortly."


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