Sometimes I miss my pelt, too. But she looks better in it.

Only if the campfire is a peat campfire. You can taste the difference.

No worries. I found the drinking solution. Haha. Seriously, I started to drink more when studying for the bar.

I drink martinis on the rocks. I hate martini glasses not because they're girly but because I dislike the design. Half the drink always ends up on my arm.

It's always been one of those "they sell a shitload of records but I don't know anyone who owns one" conundrums for me. Then I started a new job a few years ago and this guy who was driving to lunch one day had an Eagles CD in his car. He was an asshole who had terrible taste in everything, so it made sense.

Dear Dr. Arse,

That's impossible. You see, the Eagles suck.

Huh?

Depends on where you live, your job, your level of fame, how open you can be.  

I'm not a fan of the song either but assuming there's an emotion they can no longer feel because they had some success is a bit of a leap.

Huh?

Depending on who is defining it, everyone who drinks is an alcoholic.

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Kubrick is just as crappy as that simpleton David Foster Wallace.

So was Faulkner. They are the exceptions which prove the rule.

*hurls turtles

I'm so glad Eric is in this and that I love this feature so much.

What kind of drugs are you on Matt Koester?

I thought it was common knowledge that everyone in show business is 8 feet tall (2.44m) except for Eric. He hits his head on backboards (9.5 feet [2.9m]).

Ha ha. What a story ElDan.