Least you think I forget my allegiances, I went to the bar across the street and made a proper Brit crack me open a tall Budweiser, which as far as I know, is the only King in this matriarchy they call the United Kingdom. I then left him a healthy tip just he knew who he was dealing with
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Few questions I have for these people:
- You know the Sox are on at 11, and the bars are open at 9, right?
- You know what happened to the first guy who ran a marathon, right?
The marathon also inevitably leads to the spring emergence of one of my least favorite people, and my blog debut of a new segment:
You know how I know we'll never go out for a beer?*
Here goes: You know how I know know we'll never go out for a beer? Because you're out for a run, wearing your 2012 Boston Marathon jacket the day after the 2012 Boston Marathon. This means either:
- You bought the jacket from a guy who just ran the marathon and was too tired to walk home and lost his Charlie Card, or...
- The temporary personality disorder that caused you to run the Boston Marathon isn't temporary.
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