Some Gas in the Tank

thathalfrican: I had some gas in the tank and felt froggy enough to jump.

This is why, at family gatherings, I not only don't drink, I leave before others get too far into their cups. It's not easy. Derangement Syndrome has certainly been cranked to eleventies.

"...His winnowing fork is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire."