“Hey, Jer.” “You thought of something new since we got out of the car?” “Thoughts flood my mind.” “What, Weir?” “You should have your beard fight that guy’s beard.” “How would that even work, man?” “According to Queensbury rules, I guess. But, uh, I got a foxy black chick.” “Huh?” “You got the bearded gent, … Continue reading As We Were Chooglevating Over The Hill…