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Mornin'. Where's the coffee? San, that Dodge Magnum wagon gets an A+ in road manners - did 2000+ miles this past week on one that was brand new when I got it (213 miles). Not a Hemi, but it does drink a little gas, though. My daughter told me she thinks it's "pimpin'" - guess the term "bitchin'" wasn't good enough for these kids. Will try to get photos of the L2a Mohawk in action over to Jon today.
Flirtin' with disaster...
Well, hell. Pretty empty in here again tonight. But drinking by myself never bothered me much, anyhow. But I sing when I drink alone. So in the spirit of the continuation of St.Paddy's Day, I'm gonna sing a Dennis Leary Ballad.
- Traditional Irish Folk Song
They come over here
And they take all our land
They chop off our heads
And they boil them in oil
Our children are leaving
And we have no heads
We drink and we sing
And we drink and we die
We have no heads
We have no heads
They come over here
And they chop off our legs
They cut off our hands
And put nails in our eyes
O'Grady is dead
And O'Hanrahan's gone
We drink and we die
And continue to drink
O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan
They buried O'Neil
Down in country Shillhame
The poor children crying
And fe dee din de
Hin fle di dinfle
Di din fle de din de
In hey bibble bibble
Hey bibble bibble
Hey fle bibble de
O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan
We drink and we sing
And we drink and we sing
Hey!
We drink and we drive
And we puke and we drink
Hey!
We drink and we fight
And we bleed and we cry
Hey!
We puke and we smoke
And we drink and we die
Hey!
- Traditional Irish Folk Song
They come over here
And they take all our land
They chop off our heads
And they boil them in oil
Our children are leaving
And we have no heads
We drink and we sing
And we drink and we die
We have no heads
We have no heads
They come over here
And they chop off our legs
They cut off our hands
And put nails in our eyes
O'Grady is dead
And O'Hanrahan's gone
We drink and we die
And continue to drink
O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan
They buried O'Neil
Down in country Shillhame
The poor children crying
And fe dee din de
Hin fle di dinfle
Di din fle de din de
In hey bibble bibble
Hey bibble bibble
Hey fle bibble de
O'Hanrahan
No O'Hanrahan
We drink and we sing
And we drink and we sing
Hey!
We drink and we drive
And we puke and we drink
Hey!
We drink and we fight
And we bleed and we cry
Hey!
We puke and we smoke
And we drink and we die
Hey!
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