“The pork has to rest for ten minutes.”
Okay, whatever you say. I can down a Moosehead in half that time. I can write a blog post and make it rhyme.
I can take a trip to another dimension as I sit on this surplus bench from Tim Horton’s.
Beans is chasing fireflies. My ears are aching from the silence.
Two minute warning time to go and chug two thirds of this beer of mine forget all problems and have a good time.
Bye bye now.