Forgot about MD2020. Fifty+ years ago, we’d use that as an upgrade from 3 for a dollar Boones Farm. As my fading memory recalls: good times. Haven’t flown since the early nineties. Surely there must be an MD2020 scotch equivalent. I wouldn’t know…I only drink the good stuff.🤓🤓🤓
Szophia is on set rehearsing her the next episode of LA3D. She replied (through her agent) to your message as follows:
Whaaale, of course you're an intelligent vegetable - even though you are missing a dimension, dude! But are you, like, the only one out there? I mean, where are all the other intelligent vegetables? There sure are a lot of fruitcakes out there, I know, but there's gotta be whole communities of eggplants, pumpkins and green beans who know what's going down.
But really SCOTCH? You want to order SCOTCH on a red-eye flight to Los Angeles? Gimme a freakin' break, Mister! The best you can buy on board is, you know, something mashed up in some corporate bathtub and diluted with Red Bull. And that's in the "first class" cabin. In "economy class" all you can buy (at $50 a glass, probably!) is an MD2020/apple vinegar martini with a plastic olive or an uncorked half bottle of Thunderbird/Mennen's After Shave served in a paper bag. Now maybe the private jets for the .01 percenters have bars that serve 16 year old single malt Scotch, tropical umbrella drinks and high test jiggle juice for the rich and powerful. But, jeez, Mister, get real! They're never going to let anyone like me anywhere near that .01 % crowd, nor anyone who reads this Substack page! But, you know, here's to you, anyhoo, and I'll autograph the label of your (soon to be empty, hah hah) bottle of Scotch, if you ever get around to the 4th dimension. Gotta go now. The plodding author of this drivel wants me to rehearse my lines. Ciao.
Forgot about MD2020. Fifty+ years ago, we’d use that as an upgrade from 3 for a dollar Boones Farm. As my fading memory recalls: good times. Haven’t flown since the early nineties. Surely there must be an MD2020 scotch equivalent. I wouldn’t know…I only drink the good stuff.🤓🤓🤓
I consider myself a semi intelligent three dimensional vegetable and I choose scotch.
Szophia is on set rehearsing her the next episode of LA3D. She replied (through her agent) to your message as follows:
Whaaale, of course you're an intelligent vegetable - even though you are missing a dimension, dude! But are you, like, the only one out there? I mean, where are all the other intelligent vegetables? There sure are a lot of fruitcakes out there, I know, but there's gotta be whole communities of eggplants, pumpkins and green beans who know what's going down.
But really SCOTCH? You want to order SCOTCH on a red-eye flight to Los Angeles? Gimme a freakin' break, Mister! The best you can buy on board is, you know, something mashed up in some corporate bathtub and diluted with Red Bull. And that's in the "first class" cabin. In "economy class" all you can buy (at $50 a glass, probably!) is an MD2020/apple vinegar martini with a plastic olive or an uncorked half bottle of Thunderbird/Mennen's After Shave served in a paper bag. Now maybe the private jets for the .01 percenters have bars that serve 16 year old single malt Scotch, tropical umbrella drinks and high test jiggle juice for the rich and powerful. But, jeez, Mister, get real! They're never going to let anyone like me anywhere near that .01 % crowd, nor anyone who reads this Substack page! But, you know, here's to you, anyhoo, and I'll autograph the label of your (soon to be empty, hah hah) bottle of Scotch, if you ever get around to the 4th dimension. Gotta go now. The plodding author of this drivel wants me to rehearse my lines. Ciao.
Szophia XXX