Posted on 04/24/2017 10:46:36 AM PDT by simpson96
Gotta love Willie. I don’t dig that guy’s politics but man can he sing (and write) a song. I’ve seen him a couple times. He is awesome.
He can write songs.
And he inspires others like “I’ll never smoke weed with Willie again”.
He he could have died, but he could have died with beer.
OR
He could have kept away like he was told and have many more beers.
Another live brain.
“The Old Dun Cow”
Tom Brown and I in the local pub,
Were playing dominos one night,
When all of a sudden in the postman rushed,
His face all chalky white.
“Hey what’s up?”, said Brown, “Have you seen a ghost?
Have you seen your Aunty Mariah?”
“Well, me Aunt Mariah be blown”, said he,
“The bloody pub’s on fire!”
Oh, there was Brown upside down,
He was moppin’ up the whisky on the floor.
“Booze, booze!” the firemen cried,
As they came knockin’ at the door.
Don’t let them ‘in til it’s all mopped up,
Somebody shouted MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE!)
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk,
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.
“On fire!” says Brown, “What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
Down in the cellar,
Where the fire isn’t there,
We will have a gay old spree.”
So we all went down with good old Brown,
The beer we could not miss,
And we hadn’t been but ten minutes there,
‘Til we were bloody pissed.
Oh, there was Brown upside down,
He was moppin’ up the whisky on the floor.
“Booze, booze!” the firemen cried,
As they came knockin’ at the door.
Don’t let them ‘in til it’s all mopped up,
Somebody shouted MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE!)
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk,
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.
Oh Jones did rush, to the port wine tub,
And gave it just a few hard knocks,
Started takin’ off his pantaloons,
Likewise his shoes and socks.
“Hey, what’s up?, “ said Brown,
“If you want to wash your feet,
There’s a tub of booze down here.
Don’t wash your trousers in the port wine tub,
When we there’s lots of Carling lager beer.”
Oh, there was Brown upside down,
He was moppin’ up the whisky on the floor.
“Booze, booze!” the firemen cried,
As they came knockin’ at the door.
Don’t let them in ‘til it’s all mopped up,
Somebody shouted MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE!)
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk,
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.
All of a sudden there’s a bloody big bang,
And half the flamin’ roof gave away.
And we were drowned in the firemen’s hose,
But were all still going gay.
So we got some tacks and some old tin scraps,
And boarded ourselves inside,
And we kept on drinking good old Scotch,
‘Til we were bleary-eyed.
Oh, there was Brown upside down,
He was moppin’ up the whisky on the floor.
“Booze, booze!” the firemen cried,
As they came knockin’ at the door.
Don’t let them ‘in til it’s all mopped up,
Somebody shouted MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE! )
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk,
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.
In a free country, you wouldn’t get arrested for running back into your house to get your beer. However, you’d be warned that if you go back in, the Fire Department isn’t going to save you. Free country: you choose your actions and you accept the consequences.
I had to sneak through alleys against police orders to get my cat out of my rowhouse when the very old building five doors down went up in flames and acrid black smoke blanketed everything. But for a beer? No.
That's not just beer; that's inventory.
Yeah, and in a free country a family wouldn’t be able to sue the fire department for letting someone run in and grab the beer, get injured or die, and the fire department refusing to rescue him.
That was the logo of the old Stroh’s Brewery in Detroit: “Fire Brewed at 2000 degrees.”
Lemme guess. He was intoxicated?
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