12-09-2004, 12:29 AM
Signs You"re Drinking a "Chick Beer"
Every time you have to hit the john, you find yourself asking a
friend to come along.
Warning label states: "Caution: May make ass look fat."
After a few, you find yourself arguing that figure skating actually
*is* a sport.
Your belches come out potpourri-scented.
You still cry into your eighth one, but now it's because the guy
on the next stool is wearing the same outfit.
The slogan: "Get that bloated feeling *any* day of the month!"
The label boasts that it's this month's recommendation from
Oprah's Beer Club.
narg:
Every time you have to hit the john, you find yourself asking a
friend to come along.
Warning label states: "Caution: May make ass look fat."
After a few, you find yourself arguing that figure skating actually
*is* a sport.
Your belches come out potpourri-scented.
You still cry into your eighth one, but now it's because the guy
on the next stool is wearing the same outfit.
The slogan: "Get that bloated feeling *any* day of the month!"
The label boasts that it's this month's recommendation from
Oprah's Beer Club.
narg:
I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton

