Man's greatest gift is also his greatest curse. With the ability to analyze, conceptualize, and proselytize comes the imperative for self-examination and the responsibility of looking beyond tomorrow. In short, we look for what isn't there and see what we shouldn't see. What's needed is a cure for sentience, an antidote to conscious thought.
And so God™ in His infinite wisdom invented alcohol. Man, realizing it was the only way to save society from itself, then killed Him and stole alcohol for himself. And weekends have never been the same since. Happy Saturday.
Down one for JFK tonight and make the world dissolve away. This is a fucking speakeasy, after all.
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