Borg, Klaatu, Barada, Nikto
"Why back in my day, we didn't go around carrying our own jug of Borg. Back in my day we rolled doobies the size of small cars and most of us lived to...uh, what was I saying?
Oh yeah, what the fuck, kids!? You're walking around with a gallon jug of high octane booze!?
I should be studying some Nihongo, instead I'm surfing the WWW and find this."
Naturally it all started in a college setting, a darty, (((eye roll))) where you mix water, a fifth of vodka and Kool aid. Then you carry your own personal container with you.
"Apparently you kids were walking about town during St. Pat's on Michigan Avenue in Chicago with the borg.
Tell me why you're any different than the unhoused gentleman standing next to you with his bottle of Jack, disguised (not so much) in a paper bag?
You know, kids, I realize this country has gone to shit, so is this your solution, to just stay hammered for the next four yea..."
(((pause)))
"Uh, let me see that recipe again, kid."

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