Or Cribtoy currency.
When you’re in the county klink, you jones for conversations that never include what the other is jonesing for. You might be in for not getting your cat vaccinated, but after the seven-BAZILLIONTH time someone says “I’m DYING for a cigarette,” you just might grant them their death.
Or as dirty, I presume.
If you try fishing the potholes in my town, you’ll catch a couple of whales.
Judging by the crowd in the other room, the level of desperation for relief is in inverse proportion to the availability of free booze.
Hahahaha! That’s the lamestream media for you. Want to disarm everyone but nobody is willing to be disarmed? Just print a story about self-aware and angry guns, repeat a thousand times, and stupid people (and there’s a lot of those types) will buy right into it. Case in point: Covid hysteria and the belief that an experimental gene therapy drug will make you immune and never hurt you.
If you’re selling liquor and only making a meager living, you gotta stop drinking your inventory.
I’m in the control group.
Et tu, Georgia?