So one of our (Grandpa's) own fell off the wagon this week. Showed up hammered. Sloshed. Wasted. You get the point. So I have decided to dedicate a song to him to the tune of that one jam in Billy Madison (his name is Bill, so that's why it works).
"Billy, sweet Billy boy. We knew that you loved Jack (Daniels)*.
No one forgives you when you drink. That's why you got the axe (fired)."
*words in parentheses are for clarification purposes only.
Get used to it? Fo Sho.
Man this post is so succinct and to the point that I don't want to taint it with filler. Peace.