“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.