I think I heard once that Fall is also called cuffing season. Where you give up summer flings and settle down for the coming months of frigid darkness. Sounds like getting married to Gwyneth Paltrow. Or having to watch the Bill Belichick all nude, traveling revue stopping in your town for an extended run. Or maybe it’s a riff on hibernation, you know, like bears, with less binge eating and more pumpkin-spice drinking…I have no idea really. I do know, however, is that you’re going to want to find yourself a quality mate…I present to you my recent scientific findings.
Drunk women trying to stay on a spinning wheel as spectators throw balls and ropes at them. Many enter. One survives. Take her home to Mama
All the best,
Max
