...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
cold beer...who's ready...
...was the mighty vendors cry.
and the bastard was most assurantly ready.
the bastard waves his empty cup and the beer man cometh.
"you ready sir?"
"with a cry like that, how can I not be."
"it's a good cry. know what ahm sayin? it's because I'm always ready."
you gotta admire a man who has the courage of his convictions. I made sure to tip him. you gotta pay a man for giving you your material sometimes.
you know, the bastard doesn't go in for the baseball much but, he sure does love going to a game from time to time. especially if it's a new park. I kinda like thus town.
I'm ready. wow. some guy just hit a home run. nice!
—the bastard
Labels:
baseball,
bobbles and baubles,
drinkin,
drunken shenanigans,
travel
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