(April 1, 2011 at 4:35 pm)reverendjeremiah Wrote: Sae...you are a breeze of fresh air...and then you hang your bare feet in that breeze to air them out as you paint your toe nails black with purple polka dots. Needless to say I can chat with you all day..as long as the beer keeps flowing, that is.
...now if only i had a comely beer wench at my disposal...
I am disappointed... I couldn't find a full choir singing this. I used to have it sung at church by an awesome man and his wife together with the church, and it was beautiful. All solo attempts at it suck. Hard. Below was the least worst solo I could find

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDnQS3mP-CU
But I love when your beer is flowing at a speed equal to how hard I blow

Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day