Oh Pete from brooklyn the pipes the pipes are clogged
From room to room and down the bathtub too
The summer’s gone and all the roses falling it’s you it’s you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
Yes I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadows oh Danny Boy I love you so
But come ye back…
CGar, I’m just ignoring your ruder insinuations!!
Beware of nasty “plumber’s crack” if you have to call someone in.
eek, still in St Pat’s day mode.
FUCK LETITIA JAMES
http://brooklynpaper.com/stories/33/12/33_12_sw_tish_suit.html
Pete, Why not just spring for a PLUMBER? Isn’t your time worth it??
Oh, dear, Cobble, I think we’re talking past each other. 😉
Dulcolax and prunes will help clear up one’s pipes.
Oh Pete from brooklyn the pipes the pipes are clogged
From room to room and down the bathtub too
The summer’s gone and all the roses falling it’s you it’s you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
Yes I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadows oh Danny Boy I love you so
But come ye back…
I’ll take that as compliment, DIBS.
I think we are long past the thinning stage.