I once knew an otter who devoutly refused to drink beer. He repeatedly denied my invitations to the local watering hole to watch the game and talk politics. He said his beliefs were deeply rooted in prehistoric Lutrinaeic theology and looked down upon all others who partook of the "Devil's drink."
Well, I'll be darned if tonight I didn't head down to the pub for a brew after work and that no good hypothetical otter was in there stone cold hammered talking about some hillbilly's pond he had taken over. Freakin' hypothete. I hate otters who talk one way and act another!
Well, I'll be darned if tonight I didn't head down to the pub for a brew after work and that no good hypothetical otter was in there stone cold hammered talking about some hillbilly's pond he had taken over. Freakin' hypothete. I hate otters who talk one way and act another!
go big or go home.