One last time:rolleyes:…
Gather round, all you whorey,
Gather round and hear this story!

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of the tool turns blue,
And it bends in the middle like a one-string fiddle,
He can tell you a tale or two.

So pull up a chair, and stand me a drink,
And a tale to you I’ll tell,
Of Dead-eye D!ck and Mexican Pete,
And harlot called Eskimo Nell…

ALRIGHT! WHO SHOUTED STOP?:confused:
Damnit – I am leaving this to Snapper!

Flood.