Evil approaches.
I will prepare burnt offerings of ribs and beef to appease Its hunger. I will offer It single-malt tribute to quench Its thirst. Prayer sticks, rolled in Havana, will be lit in hopes of dulling Its senses, the smoke carrying my prayers that It does not sense the helpless Canadians surrounding It.
I must steel my nerve and ready my liver. My brother arrives tomorrow.
Sounds like a blast, what time should I be there??
Bro’s over Ho’s.
He’s not some kind of leftard I hope.
No. VERY no.
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Single malts would be wasted on someone such as myself. I’ll take a Yuengling porter please.
How about a guest post from your brother?
So, how long were you two in the local titty bar???