I just opened a can of Pepsi Max at 0500.
Right before going to bed. I didn’t even notice I did it.
Well, what choice did I have, realistically? I drank it down in one three second swig and then went to bed.
I’m typing this from bed, secure in the knowledge that my Pepsi was not senselessly wasted. It’s sacrifice had real meaning. Probably I was making a statement about consumer excess or the fleeting nature of life. It was probably art. Sometimes not even I can fully comprehend my artistic genius.
No need to thank me. No need for the parade or the medals. I graciously turn them down. We were no heroes. Just a man and his beverage doing their duty. Doing what they had to do to get by in this crazy, mixed up world we live in.
The real heroes are the ones who never came back from the Cola Wars. May they RIP In Peace.
My stomach hurts for some strange reason so I’m going to sleep now. Bye.
Guns of the World - Browning M2HB “Ma Deuce”
The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.
Heard Joke Once
Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.
Doctor says “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.”
Man bursts into tears. Says “But doctor, I am Pagliacci.”
Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.