The Beer: Ah, drunkenness, that sweet solace that ends so badly.
The Bicycle: I can't ride drunk (I can, but it, too ends badly).
The VRWC: I am prepared for the beating we are about to take . I have a bottle of very nice red, the Liberty Ale is in the freezer (fitting because tonight may be the end of Thomas Jefferson's dream).
The sun will come up tomorrow.
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The sun will rise, but at least the land of the Rising Sun, Imperial Japan, wanted to kill us outright instead of playing these games with us.
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