It was the best of Miller Lites; it was the worst of Miller Lites. In other words, drinking with friends has its good days; drinking with friends has its bad days. Here are the examples…
My good ol’ buddy Jay and I were discussing the state of the world one day, when he begin trying out some new philosophy he was developing. I don’t quite remember the details as he worked through them, but my translation of what he was trying to say was this:
Women are sports cars and men are semi rigs. Men prefer their women to be a two-seater, i.e. they’ve only been with one guy – that guy. Men, as trucks, are also two-seaters, but if they have an extensive history in their trailer, it shouldn’t be a surprise to their lady friend.
There was some part about women being minivans and another deal about a bunch of guys hanging off of a sports car, but that’s the gist of it. Do I get it? Do I agree? Only if I get to be a helicopter.
It’s hard to get my goat but Jay got my goat good. All I know is that the discussion slipped into an argument (a one-sided argument most likely) about there being more than one way to use the word “better.”
There’s a “better” that expresses an opinion, and there’s a “better” that expresses fact.
Opinion “better” – G.I. Joe is a better movie than Transformers 2.
Fact “better” – Water is better to drink than oil.
Until the next brewsing…