Ok

[mandinghino]

Pardon me for being so rude,
it was not me it was my booze.
Here I sit broken hearted,
Tried to s*hit but only farted.
Later on I took a chance,
tried to fart but s*hit my pants.
It was not I who stained my pants
And spread that darkish little dance
Down my leg and across my fly--
Oh no no no, it was not I.
It was instead Vodka's fault.
Lay the guilt upon the fermented cereal grains,
That flowed so freely through my frame.
Though I was drunk, I'm not to blame.

 

PEACE.

 

Lt. Mandinghino