[7/18/06] 100 Beers before Sunday

‘Twas the night before Sunday, and all threw Dave’s house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The keg was tapped by the house with care
In hopes that a flying keg stand would soon happen there.

The guys started showing up with caps on there heads;
While the women had visions of naked men in their beds.

With Diffata in his Hawaiian and I in my Onyx,
We had just settled down to smoke some mad chronic;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
I opened the door after hiding my stash.

When what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a miniature pool and over one hundred beers.

With a slip and slide, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I might break my dick.

More stupid then smart down the course they came,
They whistled, they shouted, they yelled their own names.

"Now Diffata! Now Bobby!, Now, Rachel and Grampy!
On Dave! On J-Rod! On Mandi and Jamie!