Pale Ale—this is liquid joy, effervescence, exuberance in a glass. I could live without it, but why? Honorable Mention: Poetry. I could live without it, but why?
May the time between now and next year’s big dry bird be full of things that make us grateful. That is my wish for mankind.
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*I feel like Z was anti-climactic. But I’m not that into zebras or zygotes or zithers, and I’ve never been to Zanzibar.