West Cork Whiskey
Irish fiddlers @
the Druid
taking up space at this
table (knock on wood,
literally)
until some hungry
yuppie yipsters need a
place to park their
skinny arse
I often wonder
How would a bachelor
get lucky in a place
like this?
let alone the dumps
that pass for pubs in
Cambridge these days
Sad wife,
sedate Saturday
children playing
Laughter is our
only salvation!
Hey, Baby:
You gonna eat those fries?
Pick-up lines
or put downs
Irish compliment
supplement my
German thirst
Not the worst…
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