That said, I had a rather absurd thought today.
I was in the Men's Room, just finishing a little after-too-many-fluids chore, when I thought to myself:
How awful would it be if something happened to me, and I died before the Beatles's game comes out?
Sure, that's the real tragedy, Aristos. You died in your early thirties and left behind a wife and three kids. But that kind of crap is old hat--happens every day. But to die before being able to press buttons in synch with Paul's bass on "We Can Work It Out," now that's a freaking catastrophe!
It took me an absurd amount of time to figure out when "09/09/09" is. I can't explain it.
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