There’s this bar near my office.  I pass it every day, walking to and from the bus.  The other day was pretty nice, so people were sitting outside.  As I was passing by, I overheard this profound statement:

“…and when we are the only one’s with any natural resources left, well then what do you think?  The Russians will be banging down our door demanding we hand over whatever they want.  And they won’t take no for an answer…”

I don’t know how many drinks this intellectual giant had in her at that moment (it was VERY early into happy hour) but I certainly hope she continued drinking.  A lot.  I kinda hope she’s still drinking. And I really hope she doesn’t breed.

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