It's been a quiet few days here at SUABP. Few of you share my enthusiasm for war. Based on your comments. Or notable lack of them.
I've been a loud-mouthed smartarse often enough on the web. Was my trademark. Then my attention-deficit problem kicked in. Easily bored. Arguing about the difference between Porter and Stout is fun the first forty or fifty times. Weak IPA? That wore thin after a couple of dozen goes.
Deliberately inflammatory posts. There may have been a couple. What did I harvest? Heartburn and headaches.
1.06903 seconds. That's how long I considered extreme as an option.
I'm giving up anger for Lent.
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