Thursday, December 18, 2008

Six Six Six Pack

Randa, beer me please.
That's the phrase I use to let the beautiful bar-tender at the local watering hole know that my tank needs filled.
And it's damn near empty now.
I wish drinking at 2:22 PM on a gray slush and salt Thursday seemed like a feasible, if not encouraging, idea. 
I think that might be a comma splice but who's checking?
No one, unfortunately. And man that's one bitch of a word to spell. I almost left the red squiggle to haunt the line undisturbed.
Well thats all she wrote.
Or he wrote rather.
I'm going to refill.

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