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After school we would often drink a potent concoction known as "bine" which was half beer, half red wine. After drinking a large amount of bine my buddy spent the evening singing:
I drank the bine,
I opened up my mouth,
I saw the bine.
When he says "saw the bine" I think he actually meant "regurgitated the bine", but that didn't scan so well; and the song never evolved beyond a repetition of this perfect quasi-haiku.
You should have seen the state of us after a heavy night on the Pimmto.
I drank the bine,
I opened up my mouth,
I saw the bine.
When he says "saw the bine" I think he actually meant "regurgitated the bine", but that didn't scan so well; and the song never evolved beyond a repetition of this perfect quasi-haiku.
You should have seen the state of us after a heavy night on the Pimmto.