My baby came home from the Boston-New York-Chicago tour. That part is excellent. But it's also made me think about barbecue and beer and big fat stupid America. Which I miss.
Or
OK, they're both dead. I'm morbid and nostalgic.
And thirsty.
Or
OK, they're both dead. I'm morbid and nostalgic.
And thirsty.
I mean, it's not like they're going to be able to remember any of it.
Yes, I'm goofing around.
Nothing wrong with being morbidly nostalgic. I like to point out which people in movies are now dead.