In the heat of the summer..............
It's eight degrees cooler then it was yesterday!!! EXCELLENT !!! 92 instead of a 100. wonderfull, gota love it.
*a pretty unentertaing weekend, but I wanted to share a little of an irish drinking song I found this weekend, entitled "Bugger Off". I will included the chorus, and the veres that I like (comeing from someone who worked in a irish pub for two years....)
Chorus:
Well Bugger off,
You bastards bugger off,
(fuck you)
Well Buger off,
You bastards bugger off,
(fuck you)
Like a heard of bloody swine who refuse to leave the troff,
You'll get no more this evening,
So you bastards bugger off.
Here's to the bar keeps and the waitress who have been serveing you your beer,
The've been putting up with your noxis breath and your stupid drucken lears,
Be leaving all your money on the table as you go,
tomarrow you'll have a throbing head and nothing else to show.
Chorus.
Here's to all the loveley lady's who might be waiting for the band,
and thinking one of them might make a charming one night stand,
Please don't be offened girls, this songs not ment for you,
and were happy to oblige you when this nasty jobs through.
Chorus.
So now your promseing the ladys a night of loveing bliss,
when truth be told your far to drunk to stand up and piss,
So give it up you bloody sauce, you'll not be getting laid,
and the sooner your out the door, the sooner we'll be paid.
Chorus.
(Yes, this is how bar keep in an irish bars really feels, don't question it, just go when it hits 2 am).
*a pretty unentertaing weekend, but I wanted to share a little of an irish drinking song I found this weekend, entitled "Bugger Off". I will included the chorus, and the veres that I like (comeing from someone who worked in a irish pub for two years....)
Chorus:
Well Bugger off,
You bastards bugger off,
(fuck you)
Well Buger off,
You bastards bugger off,
(fuck you)
Like a heard of bloody swine who refuse to leave the troff,
You'll get no more this evening,
So you bastards bugger off.
Here's to the bar keeps and the waitress who have been serveing you your beer,
The've been putting up with your noxis breath and your stupid drucken lears,
Be leaving all your money on the table as you go,
tomarrow you'll have a throbing head and nothing else to show.
Chorus.
Here's to all the loveley lady's who might be waiting for the band,
and thinking one of them might make a charming one night stand,
Please don't be offened girls, this songs not ment for you,
and were happy to oblige you when this nasty jobs through.
Chorus.
So now your promseing the ladys a night of loveing bliss,
when truth be told your far to drunk to stand up and piss,
So give it up you bloody sauce, you'll not be getting laid,
and the sooner your out the door, the sooner we'll be paid.
Chorus.
(Yes, this is how bar keep in an irish bars really feels, don't question it, just go when it hits 2 am).