Our Lager, Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink, Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk), At home as in the tavern. Give us this day our foamy head, And forgive us our spillages, As we forgive those who spill against us. And lead us not to incarceration, But deliver us from hangovers, (And Friday staff meetings), For thine is the beer, The Bitter and the lager, Forever and ever, Barmen.
I'm on my home to KC to preach - call the cell if you want to hang out, I'll be there until Tuesday!
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