What time is it?
It’s Beer O’clock!

Wainscoting. Sounds like… a little Dorset village. Wainscoting.

…unless you heat them up first, to kill the bacteria; two minutes on HIGH ought to do it.

The moral of the story is: no rusty banal or shitty memory is banal or shitty enough, for these postmodern kids nowadays to NOT commoditize it as “nostalgia”. EXACTLY like their boomer parents with their own rusty banal or shitty items in their memory bank.

“I look around me, and the horizon seems to be at the same distance everywhere I look, therefore it must be obvious: I am at the center of the Universe.”

Frijel Migoles - “Come mas frijoles.”