Even Grey Goose taste like rubbing alcohol sometimes. Which is real real sad. But true. Truer words have NEVER been spoken, kinda like even cowgirls get the blues. Or all good cowboys have Chinese eyes. Or every silver lining has a touch of gray. Or the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. But not it is what it is. Because that’s the most ridiculously obvious annoying first said by a man breaking up with a woman who was way out of his league, far too pretty and smart and interesting for him statement that ever was. For lack of saying I must be rid of you before you see me for the complete and utter d bag I am, it is what it is was the perfect non statement to utter. And has been adopted by every other man breaking up with a woman far too good for him ever since. Ever. Since. And has been co-opted by all humanity. Ever. Since. Because it’s truly the best nonsense. It can mean anything. And everything. And does. What is what is it is? Que sera sera? Whatever will be will really fucking be? The future IS ours to see…it is what it is. What if it were what it weren’t? What happens then? Or if it could be what it wasn’t? Or is what it’s not? WHAT THEN?
Grey Goose tastes like rubbing alcohol. Know what? It is what it is.
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