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.