A friend dropped me a line today and reminded me of the term f*ck trophy. I hadn’t heard that one in ages and bust out laughing. Perhaps I was once overheard saying, “You damn breeders can leave your little ill-behaved, loud, obnoxious f*ck trophies at home!”

I’d just gotten back from the hoity-toity mall here in town (you know…the one where there are tons of people but nothing much to buy). The Barnes and Noble had about a 45 minute wait just to check out. I guess they never heard of Amazon.

Last night I drank beer. Rare event for me. Many locals drink beer and many know about it. One thing that everyone I know says is how bad the Starr Hill beer is, although they do spend a lot promoting the product. Spending the bucks seems to have worked, since they got bought by that company responsible for Bud Light. Maybe the next Elian/Bud Light incident will take place here in C-Ville and involve a new Starr Hill commercial. Nothing like the good old days. Pre-YouTube. Wow. :)