A reading from the Book of Wren:
When I walk in the shadow of the Maddo of Oly
I shall fear no hobo: for she is with me.
Your coffee and your sandwiches, they comfort me.
You prepare an afternoon before me in the presence of your bosses
You offer my tea more sugar; my cup runneth over.One part blasphemous, one part genius, and 100% awesome.
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Our lager, which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy foam.
Thy cork be tapped, thy will be drunk,
At home, as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head
And deliver us from spillage
As we forgive those who spill upon us.
And lead us not into regurgitation,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the ale,
The porter and the bitter,
Forever and ever,
Barmen.
Oo, I like it. Who thought that one up?
Damnit, I need to be more careful what I say to you, clearly. D:
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