You know what I love? (I am talking the love of a man for a fine Cuban cigar, not the love of a man for a woman)

I love playing badminton with one hand, while holding a Budweiser tall boy (in a cooly that says "Do it today, because tomorrow it might be illegal") in the other hand... Barefoot on a mildly plush lawn under a hot noonday sun.

And of course all the repetitive jokes that go along with the shuttle cock.

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