Aye, next year son, we will be back. Which is more than can be said for Fat Sally and his Govanites, eh?
Is the little pope fella catlick?
Chef; I'm not quite sure, he's done a runner! :¬)
I was asked to assist the conclave in choosing the new fella, but I turned it down due to the fact that I hadn't finished my pint.
Chef; Well that WOULD be a mortal sin. Pint?
The mantra of any boy born and raised in the Rust Belt beauty of Cleveland is "there's always next year." The Bhoys gave those eye-ties a better run that second leg than i think alot of people expected...
Are there still tears falling into the beer? Or have you recovered....somewhat? :)x
there was a new post on the blogroll and then there wasn't, sugar. what's up, bubba? xoxoxo