11/16/11

Forty Miles To Albany

Forty Miles To Albany:

The cook she was a grand old gal,

she wore a ragged dress.

We hoisted her upon a pole

as a signal of distress…



the gin was getting low


See also: “When I finally find that desert island, I am gonna have so much goddamned fun…”



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