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Aye, next year son, we will be back. Which is more than can be said for Fat Sally and his Govanites, eh?
Next year!Pint?
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
Aye, next year son, we will be back. Which is more than can be said for Fat Sally and his Govanites, eh?
ReplyDeleteNext year!
ReplyDeletePint?
Is the little pope fella catlick?
ReplyDeleteChef; I'm not quite sure, he's done a runner! :¬)
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteChef; Well that WOULD be a mortal sin.
ReplyDeletePint?
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...
ReplyDeleteAre there still tears falling into the beer? Or have you recovered....somewhat? :)
ReplyDeletex
there was a new post on the blogroll and then there wasn't, sugar. what's up, bubba? xoxoxo
ReplyDelete