P.S. The seven days of
June 7th, 2001
P.S.
The seven days of novak begin tomorrow. It’s kind of like the twelve days of christmas, but the seventh day is my birthday. And instead of religion, there’s beer. And instead of gifts, there’s beer. And instead of a partridge in a pear tree, there’s beer. And instead of five golden rings, there’s…beer. And instead of joyous holiday spirit and heartwarming good cheer, there’s gin.
But, you say aren’t those one and the same?
Yes, grasshopper, they are.