"Geeeeeesh, people..." said the blonde prettyboy as he stumbled through the door. "Bartender! Give me a quick one! I've only got time for about oh...Thirty or so? Ah, very nice! A toast to all of you!
"Thish...Thish stuff...Is...BARTENDER, ONE MORE IF YA WILL! *HIC* *HIC* *HIC*. Ah...Very nishe."
Blessings from the trees, CelticWind
"I see the old men, all twisted and torn.
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war.
And the young people ask me, 'what are they
And I ask myself the same question."