I was in a seriously ferocious mood until I wandered down to Safeway this evening.
Isn't it funny how something stupid like a bottle of wine you haven't been able to find in 5 years (and I found it tonight) can make life fucking RAWK!!!!?
Scene: Oaken Keg (liquor store in Alaska)
H. and her friend Jessy are wandering around all the pretty bottles until h. stops and begins to cackle.
"I'm going to buy this!"
"Why??"
"Look at the fucking label!"
Tis a great big hairy bear shooting flames out his mouth.
It's why I bought it, why I loved it. Such a stupid thing...
I feel much better now, though.
And McCutcheon must try the toasted head, one more than I'd had before did my ass in.
It's in the fridge, kid.