Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.

Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.