i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

asdfgjks replied to your post: I was just thinking about whether a place exists…

can we please stumble upon one together….. because yeah…

i think the gold star chili down the street from where i work is a drug front

so we could just hang out there for a while, maybe something will crop up

do we still get to be bros when we get new lives, though, because i’d like to still have you in life 2.0

because you’re rad