My next beer.
My next prostate exam.
The next “Adam Sandler” film.
Re-reading my collection of Hardy Boys mysteries while being belted with a chain.
Seeing the human race subjugated under a race of violent, flesh-eating giraffes.
The onset of dementia before death’s freedom kiss.
Jenny Dell’s sweater.
Will the Sox win? Or will they drop their eighth straight? Can’t say I give a damn although I’ve still got my bets in on the 2012 team becoming the least successful Sox team of my lifetime. Booyah.