Not the tiger, the other one.


3 thoughts on “Names

  1. I fell off my stool (the one you sit on, not the other one … unless you’re really weird) while quaffing my firkin of ale, such was my hearty, robust, deep-voiced laughter. I nearly dropped my axe (the weapon, not the deodorant).

  2. (choking sound as someone upquaffs Bock ale [the brewed variety, not the four leggĂ©d variety] into his firkin, followed by the mutterance of “you did say ‘nasty, brutish and short.’ “

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