streeter:

I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.” 

(Shameless edit since I see so many notes on my little post here - I wrote a book full of similarly long, rambling sentences that terminate in a reference to B-Double-Dubs. It’s called White Whine and I’d be thrilled if you checked it out?)