Sunday, July 06, 2008
"Dulcinea! Sancho! My enemy yet lives! Fetch me my lance, for I must give battle and- aw, hell with it. Bring me a bottle of wine and some goat cheese. I'm old, I'm tired and I'm hungry. Quick now!"
This is why your mother always told you to wear clean underwear: You never know when one of those weird, embarrassing dreams you have every so often will end up coming true.
Demonstrating that there are actually more than just the well-known four stages of tequila, Paul here illustrates the often-missed stage between"I'm bullet-proof" and "I'm invisible."