Anothah day anothah stiff twig up there hunched as wet black rook arranging Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
Yep, the wait's begun again. The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.
Watah watah everywhere. And all I do is drink. Whiskey.
The weathah is ruining my summah!
I swear if it wasn't for Josh Beckett I would have already rode away like Elijah on a wheel of cloud.