Saturday, January 21, 2017

Old Dead White Guys

If you are owned by an intellectual it can occasionally be hilarious, if a little surreal.  

If he goes on a (once a decade) drinking spree one Friday night due to inability to cope with the thought of a Trump presidency, it is more likely that you could be turning the bookshelves upside down looking for his copy of Thucydides: The Peloponnesian War than watching him throw cans at sportsball persons on the TV. 

Rum supplies are looking a little depleted this morning.
   


 

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