I finally got around to buying myself a new glass yesterday.
"You've already got plenty of glasses." Dolores said.
"But this is a drinking glass, not a display glass."
"I thought you didn't like Chimay, dad."
"I don't, Andrew. I just like the glass. For drinking from."
"You'll have to move some other glasses out of the cupboard, Ronald. There isn't room as it is."
I hadn't realised a new glass brought so many complications with it.
Selective Readings From Some Article In Slate
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In ten years of writing about beer, I have to admit the reaction to the
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It's nice seeing the St. Bernadus around again eh?
Sounds about like my house...
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