yesterday I was listening for three bottles of beer* why the way I live, think and what I strive after is a sequence of reasoning errors, logical mistakes and mere idealistic fantasies.
my friends never cease to amaze me.
and although it has positively nothing to do with the above, I'll share the impressive content of the shopping cart of an old man queuing in front of me today early in the morning:
yeast, butter, fat milk and a bottle of vodka.
I was just wondering how he was going to put it all together.
*don't tell my dietitian.
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