Club Platinum....Third trimester

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Shit, I'm there already. No place like home.
I hit the liquor store yesterday to pick up some Pappy's and found some screamin' deals on gift sets. For $64, I got some Four Roses Small Batch (with a nice little 6 oz. stainless flask), Jack Daniels Old No. 7 (with two Old No. 7 tumblers), and some Saint Brendan's (with a coffee travel mug).

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Jeremy, my Photobucket crapped out this past week too. Maxed my bandwidth again. I've started noticing that some of my Becker and Busse pics are high on the Google searches, so they're starting to eat bandwidth. I finally took the plunge and upgraded to Pro. Unlimited everything. $20 a year for two years, so I don't have to worry about pics showing up for a good while.

BTW, the little necker is cool. I started to wrap it, but I really like the design without any wrap. I just put a functional lanyard on there and called it a day. Going to bend some kydex for it this week.
 
Merry Christmas to all the Hortonites out there. I hope everyone is able to be with their families and loved ones.
 
Work today but came home to homemade cookies, Irish car bombs and the Pogues. Me and mama are partyin!

THE SICK BED OF CUCHULAINN

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing "Billy In The Bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay
 
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