The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for June 20, 2019

“Last Week? Hard to say.. no one in living memory has ever tried it.”

Now serve them up a couple slices of Shoo Fly Pie

You better hurry up, you still have to pair up and leave the next generation fertilized before you died.

Good day? Heck, I think they would be impressed by a good hour.

Eat, drink and be merry, for TOMORROW … !

They’re just dying to try it.

I was on a date with the woman that would become my wife, and the menu offered a 300 year old brandy. I started laughing when I saw it and my wife gave me a quizzical look (that I’ve received many times over our 25 yr marriage). I said, can you imagine that some farmer made this back in the 1700’s. He put it on a shelf and eventually gave it to his son or daughter who put it on a shelf. Who gave it to his/her child or maybe sold it, but again, it was put on a shelf. This happened for 4-5 (or 6 or 7) generations and now it’s being sold in a random restaurant in Framingham, MA.

It amazed me that so many generations of people could have simply ignored this bottle of brandy taking up space on a shelf some place. How many bottles were with it? I have difficulty imagining making a product today that’s intended to be sold in 300 years. How do you make money doing that?

Enjoy it while you can! Time “flies” heh heh!

Nice!

Mayflies do not have mouths… No talking, no eating, no drinking. Kartoon Fizix strikes again.

Carpe Diem, little dudes!

Carpe minuta.

Mayflies may live hours as adults, but a few years as nymphs, so they’re not as short-lived as reputed.

Forget the drinking, get the mating done and fast!

Yesterday, all our troubles were so far away.

Far out.