June 29 brought the coming-of-age passage for Sean as he embarks on adulthood and is now of legal tender (no, wait, he's not a dollar bill), . . . and is now of legal age to do that which we Americans hold so dear and defend the right to do with our very lives--going out and buying a cold one. Dry ice, that is, "Mr. Jump-to-Conclusions." You were thinking that I meant something with malt or barley in it, weren't you. Never anything with barley in it. Not that. But, you know what I mean--going out and VOTING (sheesh) for that man/woman who may or may not lead our country down the path of utter destruction to the point where we want to poke our eyes out with a hot andiron, and run screaming down the street scaring little neighborhood children who have hunkered behind their mamas so attractively attired in their calico housedresses. Yeah. That. Oh, and he can get a credit card too, and cause me to do all of the above with just one visit to Guitar Center.
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