For eons man has questioned the existence of GOOD and EVIL existing in tangible, physical form within our world. And for eons, man has argued each and every answer given.
Today, we see the tangible existence of both in a single object...
Stout.
How can anyone imagine a more perfect (thus GOOD) brew to be consumed amongst friends that a pint of cold, dark stout? What could be better than repeating that consumption time and time again while discussing and solving the problems of the world? If something can't be improved upon, then it must epitomize GOOD, correct?
It is the morning-after that defines EVIL... how does one compare the feeling of hopelessness and despair felt knowing there is no cure but time? What other object is cursed to the same level as the drink itself? It is the drink that we swear we will NEVER imbibe again... not that we WON'T over-indulge, or drink in moderation. It is the STOUT that we blame utterly... and we call it EVIL.
In short...
It's 2 PM, I've had a terrific breakfast, a nap, a hot shower and a close shave, I'm getting ready for another night at the casino, and I still feel crappy...
Must have been a good night!
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