I never make any sense when I'm on the sauce. But I'm looking forward to not making any sense tomorrow night.Yomama wrote:Bob, you on the sauce tonight? You're making sense, but I'm expecting you to fall into the abyss soon.
In the words of Ecclesiastes in collaboration with Pete Seeger...
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to make sense and a time to not;