Eaglie's Aviary

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Cliche, Classic Toasts Are Toasts Nonetheless

Also, to top my long day off, a toast. A classic one. In fact, you might call it a proverb.

Some Guinness was spilled on the bar room floor as the pub was closed for the night. Out from his hole crept a wee brown mouse and stood in the pale moonlight. He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor and back on his haunches he sat. And all night long you could hear him roar "Bring on the God damn cat!!!"