Well, as I was sitting down to blog, I put my beer -- recently purchased at the 7-11 down the street for an EXHORIBANT price -- down on my desk/table. Well, folks, it, perhaps sensing its impending demise, leapt off the table, doing a back flip. My reflexes being pretty good, and my disproportionate investment being at stake, I lunged forward, caught the beer, and then pounded it.

"You will NOT get away from me, beer," I said vehemently. "Butr I will give your eleven brothers the mercy of a quick end."

That is all.