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.
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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