Originally posted by Jiminy One evening in October, when I was one-third sober, An' taking home a ‘load' with manly pride; My poor feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came up an' lay down by my side; Then we sang ‘It's all fair weather when good fellows get together,' Till a lady passing by was heard to say: ‘You can tell a man who "boozes" by the company he chooses' And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
Originally posted by Dibble I'm out of olive branches and now can't be arsed to be honest .... those that like me in this life do, those that don't, I couldn't really care much about .... thats DSC or not ..... lifes too short to worry about them .....