Posted By
jason on November 27, 2004, 6:27 pm
The poon is in the details
As I get older I find myself standing on the precipice of arrogance.
Gone are the days of staunch cynicism, cheap beer and Indie poon..
Today, all I think about are the fine ales of Belgium, the tannin
levels of the big red, and how to cleanse the palate. What have I
become? Has anyone else entered the pooning of the moth? You must login if you want to scribble some bathroom graffiti here. If you don't have an account, you should signup
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