Picture this. You’re leaving the grocery store, having just picked up some delicious beer. You are cruising through the parking lot, thinking how delicious that beer will be. You are feeling ecstatic about that, and as such, are struck by a chord of whimsy.
“I shall ride this shopping cart to my car, like a child. A child who is old enough to drink beer.”
And then this happens.
And you have no beer.
I want more like this!
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