Aaahhh-bottle of wine. Does it matter if

Aaahhh-bottle of wine. Does it matter if its a screw top or cork? I don't care. Either way wine invokes nightmares. The other evening I was kidnapped by trolls...red wine vs.

Mad dog 2020, my knowledge of wines is solely base on the cost of my dinner. Never have an expensive wine with hot dogs in macaroni and cheese. The trolls ransom for me was live

r of white truffle-glazed Kimodo Dragon with a bottle of Chateau Lafite. But I was on a budget, so I ate McNuggets, drank boxed wine from a yahtzee shaker, and

ladder to the airlock. It would take me at least half an hour to suit up, but it would be worth it - I could taste them already. Suddenly, I noticed

that someone left an orange on the ladder. I wondered who had left it here, is it safe to eat? Would it stop the airlock from working? Contemplating this decision you decide to

get a life and stop pondering citrus fruit and focus your mind on

tapioca pudding and if they are going to have ham salad for dinner. I peered out the blinds and wondered if it was Fall or Spring. I practice Sudoku to keep part of my brain

grounded enough to continue to communicate with the Homo Sapiens. The other 98% of my brain had evolved, allowing me to become the first Homo Intelligens. If things went according

to plan, I'd have a useful tail for grasping tools and baskets leaving my paws free, and a keen fur coat for keeping me warm in the cold seasons. How could evolution go wrong?