This post was deleted for the following reason: Yeah, we've seen this brand of manliness before. -- cortex
The cigar you have been sampling is of vastly inferior quality. Do you ...
Wordlessly drop the burning cigar onto the oak countertop, turn stiffly, and march out?
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Challenge the proprietor to fisticuffs?
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Pull the straight razor which you just purchased as a gift for your father and slash the leather furniture?
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This National Book Award winner was more right on in 1985 than Delillo could have possibly known. The drug Dylar is the supposed answer to man’s fear of death, yet causes users to lose their minds. This is an extremely enjoyable read, particularly relevant and funny in its examination of how people act in a climate of fear (hello Homeland Security) and under a “hail of bullets” from advertisers and imaginary enemies alike. The lesson: secretly hold out for the wonder drug and/or fountain of youth, but live each day like it might be your last... in a good way... and still show up to work unless you really, really know it is your last day on earth.
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