Funny you should mention Oirish coffea, Don Jose de la Mocha, as I are also Oirish, sorta and am enjoying one as I type. O'Darby's. Not as good as Bushmill's Irish Cream, but those evil buggars at Diagio pulled it off the market when they bought Bushies to concentrate on that Bailey's crap. Wicked monkies.

My sister is looking into our ancestry. Seems we might be cousins to one of those folks shot at Kilmainham prison after the Easter rising. Might get me a free beer or two if I visit the Emerald Isle wit me winnings from UC.

Speaking of winnings, I have started a song, as an ode to meself, that shall be sung around Christmas of 2013 and for years thereafter.

Good King Winsuslots looked down

On the Beasts of Burden

Strolling on Don Jose's land

Poopin in his garden

Brightly sang the birds that eve

And the ducks was quackin

If Jim and Gary screw this up

They get a big hand smackin.

It's a work in progress.

I doubt me lads JimBob and Gary will buggar up, so I will rewrite that bit in due course. Otherwise I would not be a buyer, again. And again.

Enjoy the weekend folks. No chance for me there. Must finish drywall sanding in powder room. Eeeeuuw. Yuck. Then outside in a bit to work on deck/porch/flower box thingies in front. Back hurts already just thinkin about it. Tillsonburg, Tillsonburg.

You probably won't get the Tillsonburg reference either, Don. Google Stompin Tom Conners.

TTFN

King Twuck.