This is not at all to suggest that the Revolution was a sort of non-stop bacchanalia, but that partial drunkenness was often an important component in a certain type of revolutionary excitability, particularly in meetings or committees. --Richard Cobb, The French and Their Revolution [source]let's all get drunk and get subversive, let's all get drunk and get subversive, let's all get drunk and get subersive ... and lay in a great big pile.
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The Periodic Table of Subversive Elements
*hic!*
krix, will you marry me? just asking.
Jimmy Buffett wrote some lyrics like that.
If this whole Keanu thing doesn't pan out, I'm yours.
*smoooch*
And to free associate with Link's link, I ate at a lovely brunch buffet today, at The Paris.
You know, you can wrap just about anything in puff pastry and I'll eat it.
I don't have to get drunk to be subversive, but I'd be happy to join the pile.
The part about "partial drunkenness" is what gets me. It seems like there is a 5-second window of time where partial drunkenness is achieved, and then everything just degenerates into total and absolute drunkenness and puff pastries and Little Smokies and the next think you know it's the next day and you wake up in bed with all your clothes on and a headache the size of Nebraska.
Count me in (margaritaville or the great big pile, I'm easy).
"a buffet of linky's links"
That would be Hillshire Farms' Little Smokies wrapped in Pillsbury biscuit dough and baked till brown, served with Creole or Dijon mustard; family tradition for 10-15 years on Christmas morning.
we should all get together someday and have a buffet of linky's links. and some tequila. maybe we could all meet in margaritaville.