Apropos yr ongoing battle with various American retrograde rednecks:
It may seem fun and all to banter with these bastards, but you might ought to remember who you're wrassling with. With that in mind, I leave you this little ditty, heard way back when from the Boys of the Lough:
'Twas the pig fair last September, the date I well remember, I was walking up and down in drunken pride. When my knees began to flutter, and I sank down in the gutter, And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
As I sat there in the gutter, thinking thoughts I could not utter, I thought I heard a passing lady say, "You can tell the man who boozes by the company he chooses." And with that, the pig got up and walked away.
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