Sounding like the Pogues, yes, YES, now I remember, I WAS in the navy, but, how,... I must have been drunk, or wait, I am drunk! and.... the cap demands that Stephen Dedalus, ‘finish, you can’t’ (Ulysses)... this explains my whistling and that cute little chipmunk sitting on my lap and the dancing hours, them swimming bunnys, that swamp-guy wondering what’s happening here. Another song please.
I’ll take a zot on ice.
I dunno man. I think those are reserved for the private club membership.
Anybody else caught taking a sip from one of those, kerpow, 86'ed right on out of here. It's a high octane brew, I think.
Not that I've had any for a couple of weeks now, but