The tears are still flowing

Since you all don't have a clue how to pace yourselves, I'll be back next week and bring beer... again, as usual. From what I can tell, having missed the past 2 weeks, nobody really knows how to drink in moderation and restock properly the black hole of a fridge that somehow appears to be stocked when you all arrive each week. Some of you may feel like you're somehow contributing... to you I say "humbug!" You can't control your urges enough week to week! One week everyone and their dog shows up with beer and the next week everyone expects everyone else to bring the cold refreshments to replace those that everyone has somehow managed to swill into extinction the week before.

Next week I will return and bring beer for all you pathetic drunks. I will be aiming for a lowly enough result to avoid drinking such extravagant beverages as Cognac (which I know already is far beyond my meager palate) and instead shoot for a point score high enough to by pure luck vault me into the coveted maglia cinque.

Enough of my lonely ranting from KC.