Oh, good grief.

Ara = a damn fine night out. How else could I get to tell a bus driver that I'm saving my beer for when I get to church? And where else could I honestly say that I bumped into cyberpunkgrrl while dancing to Iron Maiden under the pulpit?

Beer = the Devil's Brew. Oh, I'm suffering and it's all my fault. Find me someone else to blame this on, dammit.