- Jun 1, 2004
It appears that a growing number of "friends" have become inept at cultivating pearls, and the edgy grains of sand in their clams have spawned an onslaught of childlike whining heretofore unseen in these lands. Am I just getting old and leathery, or did they start tainting the water supply in this town with princess-juice? I'm about to start extracting contacts from my rolodex and ripping up my membership cards. Is this generation capable of making a decision and getting things done, or do we need to consider every possible outcome, no matter how unlikely and write a policy to address said event should it ever arise?