I ditched big tobacco and turned to small tobacco. Next up, big IceCream. Haagen Dazs has had a monopoly on my taste buds for far too long.
Working on it now. I have a feeling in a few years, I'm going to have to decouple from Big Gut.
Well, I'm already half the man I will be if I don't drop this sweet tooth. The future looks… odd.
In truth, of all the vices I entertain, Icecream is the tame one. I don't feel like dropping the scotch and sodas any time soon. Thankfully, my gut doesn't have to pay for those. The bill gets forwarded directly to my brain.
Dam, I must be a late bloomer.
Took me decades just to appreciate a good scotch.
If I start drinking loads of coors light right now, you think that'll buy me a few more years of the good stuff down the road? If so, I'll happily hold my nose.
Good middle of the road that's easily obtainable; Glenfiddich is never a letdown. And it's everywhere.
Gotta wonder what lead that elephant to do that. What was going through his head?
Fuck this tree - I'm an elephant!
I'm imagining the winter months in the savanna to be more of the same + bad driving. Show's how much I know.
That's what it's going to take. On a larger scale, some big name needs to outright admit to fuckery. Otherwise, nobody will listen.