Groovy Tunes, Friday
So Dante wasn't having such a bad day.
He'd filled up a bunch of bottles with green shit that morning. Some of it was beer, some of it was absinthe, some of it was... he didn't know, but it was alcoholic. (There was also the bottle in the corner with the SHAME sign around it. Don't ask.)
Since the island was so set on getting him into the spirit of it, he'd tracked down a green guitar, too. He was handling it behind the counter, humming quietly to himself.
"I don't know what the--" he sang, "--is the point of St Patrick's day, but I'm diggin' it."
Nobody call him on it.
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He'd filled up a bunch of bottles with green shit that morning. Some of it was beer, some of it was absinthe, some of it was... he didn't know, but it was alcoholic. (There was also the bottle in the corner with the SHAME sign around it. Don't ask.)
Since the island was so set on getting him into the spirit of it, he'd tracked down a green guitar, too. He was handling it behind the counter, humming quietly to himself.
"I don't know what the--" he sang, "--is the point of St Patrick's day, but I'm diggin' it."
Nobody call him on it.
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