Originally posted by academian
I need to maximize my utility and decrease my dis-utility. That's economics.....beotch
which means more fun, less damage to me. (competitive fighting is to some extent...all good fun...even getting hit as hard as just about anyone I know can hit me, won't hurt me anymore than the Japanese test I just took, seriously, I've been kicked in the balls with clogs and heels and I'd take it over that...one of those ones where it just goes on and on...and you try to find a way to BS it, only to find that while your skimming it over again and again your neck feels like somebody hit you with a hammer, and your brain stops in place and starts to reconfigure itself in the shape of a peanut, just like you did when you hit those knife hits down in Cavo San Lucas with those sheisty looking chaps...)Get me some 1985 Chateu De Quiem...that's a nice satourne (sp...desert wine) very expensive...500 a half bottle. (probably more now than when I had a chance to taste it.)
And 2 glasses of decent tasting port...and I'll fight anyone. (I may get hurt REAL bad...but it's the thought that counts, A...get to fight a hopefully good fighter...which will make me better ipso facto....and I'll get a TASTI, that's tast-eeeeeee, beverage to sip through a straw if need be.)

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