On this fifth night of the eleventh month in the two thousand and thirteenth year of our savior, I have not played nor will I play the game of pool. To make matters worse, I have selected Molson Goldon as my libation for the evening. And that is from the U.S. territory of Canada. Nothing good comes from that place or from my current actions, or, inaction as the case may be.
I am so ashamed. Despair befalls me...
I am so ashamed. Despair befalls me...