“For I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where
And carried halfway home, or near,
Pints and quarts of UncleBeer.
Then down in lovely muck I’ve lain,
Happy til I woke again,
And saw the morning sun.”
Sorry, Mr. Houseman, but I’m a fellow whom it hurts to think and have taken your advice.
Beery bonhomie aside (Wow, I am a pretentious drunk) of all the people who I’ve been pissed off at (that reminds me, need to cut this post short or come back to it) since I started lurking at the SDMB, UncleBeer’s not one of 'em.
I fuckin’ love you man, you know? Remember that time when I posted something, and you posted something in reply? That was fuckin’ REAL, y’know? There was… posting… and it was… I don’t know… just… REAL, y’know?