An 'OUCH' day in the Telkonet confines of Germantown today, actually yesterday by the game clock.. 8~(
As long as 'Johnny Law' doesn't make me walk the 'white line', I will continue the fight.. Not rah-rah-rah, sist-boom-bah, but part of my prayers at night will guide me thru this cloudy fog, until I relocate my trusty scout compass.. I can't place much faith in MLK's candidness, to be sure..
Heavy emphasis may be placed in regards to the below mentioned Prayer until the clouds break, which I found in the humor archives..
'The Beer Prayer'
A prayer for beer.
Our lager
Which art in barrels
Hallowed be thy drink
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk)
At home as it is in the tavern
Give us this day our foamy head
And forgive us our spillage
As we forgive those who spill against us
And lead us not into incarceration
But deliver us from hangovers
For thine is the beer, the bitter, and the lager
Barmen
WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL
LURKS in the HEARTS of MEN??
~THE SHADOW KNOWS~!!
