< Add of glass of red wine to the deer> LOL, we did.
Beer with the hockey, red wine with the deer, then.....darts, pool, and ..........now...... I'm listening to another Jimmy....but not too loud:
"My head hurts, my feet stink,
and I don't love MYNG.
It's that kind of mornin',
really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
condition is improvin' and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night."
I changed one word in the song, so to only offend the die hard MYNGer's, truth be told, I'll love MYNG again soon, I hope. |
