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"

it’s tmi tuesday

which means that i am encouraged

neigh, required to mention the fact that

the orgasm i just had was the best i had in weeks oh man that was great

okay the end