I seem to have a bit of a beer head on.
It's like an antidote. I see it as the cure for the ailment of knowledge.
Alakazam! Knowledge begone!
Whilst I am chatting, I have decided that getting older is like playing a game like whack-a-mole. Cos I swear the hairs in my nose grow faster than I can rip them out. In the nose-hair plucking category I am on level 8 of curveball, and NOBODY ever got past level 8.
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