Cork on the Fork

You, my friend, have been blacklisted.

Prepare to suffer the economic consequences.

That is how I felt this morning. I think I ate some bad Easter
Candy.

“Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn’t very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron. ”

– Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, the Greatest 2 Hours evers put to film.

I don’t know what the edge of death feels like, but I imagine it’s akin to
the feeling one senses right before they fall asleep at night. Tremendous
fatigue and wonderful satisfaction at the same time. This only applies to
natural death (blood loss, heart failure etc) and the slowest forms of Cancer
and other Terminal diseases

One of my grandparents once told me that the last 5 years of your life were
the ones you accumulated the most fast food condiments. I believe it.

Sean Connery: “Church, some things don’t react well to bullets.”

Myself: “Indeed sir, my fleshy body is incapable of deflecting metallic
objects.”

Sean Connery: “Truly, you are wise beyond your years.”

Myself: “Indeed, I have studied at the foot of Marcus Brody. He once got lost
in his own museum.”

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Anyway, Frisbee team is here tonight. I thoroughly enjoyed.

Matt let me enjoy the privilege of a rusty nail

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Bon Voyage.