|A herd of cattle walks into a bar thirsty after chewing cud all day. The
bartender, in a hoarse voice, exclaims, "We don't serve your kine round
I'm feeling a bit punchy today as I was up late. What to do tonight, I wonder? Everyone else has plans, I'm sure, well at least all the everyone with which I'm acquainted. Hm, this looks ok. I guess I could do a solo movie viewing. I'll give that some thought, and such thought requires beer to moderate the brain's temperature.