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Drunks with Guns
Drunks with Guns
as explained by Cliff Clavin, of Cheers: one afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm.
Here’s how it went:
"Well ya see, Norm, it’s like this…. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest and weakest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That’s why you always feel smarter after a few beers"
(an exerpt from last week's Montrose Beer & Gun Club Chronicles)
Now, to more relevent things...
I just ran into an old friend from high school. Wow. That was, awkward. I was walking towards the beer in the grocery store when suddenly I hear a woman say "L----?" (My name). I stopped in my tracks, and turned around. She obviously recognized me, she was staring right at me. I got my patent quizical look, and walked toward her, she looked familiar, vaguely, but I was searching for a name...
Just as she was saying "do you remember" I did, and asked "L-----?" I was a little fearful I would mix her up with her sister, which I am sure she wouln't appreciate. But, I nailed it, she was L-----. And She was pleased.
Of course, I got a hug... and she sort of explained herself... working at a hospital... me at a university... she had two little boys with her... I wasn't ready for 'those' yet... So, wow... yea... Its so good to see you... yea, and to see you...
What was awkward? I remember all my friends from high school the way I left them. Young, good looking, single, unattached. Its such a start to find one of them suddenly so differant. The last time I saw L-----, we were pretty drunk at a mutual friends house. I was home from college for the weekend, and she was thinking of going to UT. She was, as she had ever been, very hot.
My cat is trying to chase a ghost around the house... Time to assuage the poltergiest, It really should play nicer with the kitty.
1/21/2006 7:21 pm
hello...welcome to Blogville. I've just read your entire blog..yep, all 5 posts. Very good too I might add. |
What caught my attention was your title for this post "Drunks with Guns". Good job.
Then, I always did like "Cheers"...and loved those silly conversations Cliff and Norm and whoever else happened to be in the scene during one of Cliff's infamous telling of unknown trivia. So funny.
So, your cat see's Dead People..huh? Cool. Good advice you have there....playing nice with the kitty.
Keep that thought in mind as you visit here and there...as you comment and stuff....makes for a lot more fun when everyone plays nice.
But you seem like a play nice kinda guy...and I hope you enjoy your blogging experience and meet and make lots of new friends.
Have fun kiddo...I like your writing style from what I've seen.
1/22/2006 8:35 am
Hmmm, and I thought the beers were just liquid courage. It all makes sense now. Well once again WELCOME. |