I'm watching the words of an Offering Memorandum slowly conform to my clients' expectations on the screen before me. I'm drinking golden-tip Assam tea. Every once in a while I go outside and look south towards the border, wondering what hellish indecencies America has planned for the world in the next 4 years. I (vaguely) remember the starry-eyed ebullience during the JFK election. Then I remember the Cuban missile crisis and the Vietnam war, and as much as the negro-fanciers are the intelligentsia of High-Street, I wonder if they've been deluded by the slick brown veneer. On the other hand, I can imagine the pain y'a'l'l would go through if you had to watch McCunt and Cunt on your teevees every night for the next 4-8, and I find myself hoping that Uncle Rebamus wins. So...I'll be checking back to grimly watch what will be, and later on I'll no doubt treat myself to a pleasant glass of Ardbeg.

We put champagne in the 'fridge, but I'm only gonna drink it if my guy wins. If McSame/Failin wins, I'll hit the Crown Royal.

Last edited by sofaking (2008-11-04 19:11:34)

Dmtdust wrote:

http://absinthe-online.net/absinthe-cocktail-death-afternoon

Here is a good history.

If McPain wins, pass up the liquor, proceed to something else.

If McCain/Palin wins I may be forced to take up arms.  It's only a matter of time until the revolution.

I didn't get out of work until 9:30, by then it was a fait accompli. I'm still drinking because I'm hoping to feel something.

I'm just being my typical self....  I'm loaded up on Johnnie Walker Black Label like I am every night of the year....  I'm single handedly putting some kid in the U.K. through college....

Emmeran wrote:

ahhh . . . you're far too loose to feel anything at this point.

I'm getting tighter. You still want my phone number, little fella?

Floating.... floating...