Boom Boom Boom

That's what's going on inside my head right now.
Why?
Aviation Cocktails. Gin, cherry brandy, and lemon juice. See, the problem (or solution?) is that since we went to Gary's cocktail thingamabob we now have the technology and skills to make martini-strength cocktails that taste alcohol free.
And I smoked what was probably the biggest cigar ever made.

Which reminds me, I was at the gym and these punks were posturing to each other about what badasses they were. The one was trying to show how big of a badass he was by trying a DeNiro-describing-Joe-Pesci-in-Casino tact (You know it: "If you beat him with your fists he'll come back with a bat. If you beat him with a bat he'll come back with a knife. If you beat him with a knife he'll come back with a gun..." etc.) except this was what the guy said: "If you hit me with a brick I'll come back with a cinder block. If you hit me with a bat I'll come back with a tree."
I guess it's one of those things where "you had to be there" but it was pretty ridiculous. Especially when you add the fact that the guy saying this had his skinny arms waxed, was in a skintight, sleeveless, iridescent shirt, and had a pageboy cap on. While he was working out.