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A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

They Say Confession is Good for the Soul...

So I fell off the wagon up in Canada. Yep, that's right, I drank a few colas. It was bound to happen. I never had any illusions of staying off the stuff forever.

Sure, I had a few teas, frappuccinos, even the odd coffee. But, that kind of traveling is grueling. Sometimes you need a little more. So I broke down.

I hit the "Red Bull" pretty hard too. Some of my friends on the last trip to the Middle East were talking about the aftereffects of drinking three Red Bulls in one night. All I can say to them is..."Wimps!" I did it and never felt a thing.

I'm back on the Lipton's Citrus Green Tea now. That should clean me out pretty quick.

My body is a temple.

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