Lords prayer... sort of
If you find this offensive...
then don't read it.
Something i put together, on request (yes i do requests)
it amused me.
Our brewers,
Which art in Devon ,
Not permanent be thy stain.
Thy barrel come, I will be drunk,
This tavern shall seem like heaven,
Give us this weekend our liquid bread
And protect us from relatives,
As we forgive those who call 'last orders'
Lead us not into town pubs,
And deliver us from lager-drinkers.
For thine is the bitter, the ale and the English.
For ever and ever,
Barman!
FUCK
I HOPE YOU REALISE THE DAMAGE YOU JUST DID TO ME
BECAUSE OF THE LAUGHING
*wipes away tears*
That was superb. I salute you.
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