Make mine a pain in the neck, heres to you, you old wreck. And mine is a thorn in the side, drink up so we can both finally die. And all overboard your boat, with nothing to row, with nothing to row.
I have nothing to do until work at half four. Please keep me entertained whilst I potter about the house singing and talking to my self like the lonely old man I really am, all I need now are a dozen cats to complete it. http://thomasjamesporter.tumblr.com/ask
