The more raddled and droopy my face grows, the more inclined I am to agree with a proposition put to me by various friends since
I possess three brain cells. One is concerned with food and beer, particularly Sam Adams light, the black stuff from Guinness, and any full strength export lager originating from Sweden.
Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy fans will remember the ultimate cocktail drink; the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. Imbibing this infectious blend was like being hit in the head by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick.
I am currently preparing another book of essays by my late friend Chris R. Tame. He was an accomplished bibliographer, and I have been slowed down in publishing his book by the need to type in hundreds of references scribbled over the hard copy.
What they advocate isn't a foreign policy; it's an ideological fixation.
Feminists do not want the law to treat women equally to men. No sane or compassionate person would want men and women to be treated the equally before the law.