Whass this place A saloon A salon Whose…
Whass this place? A saloon? A salon? Whose runnin’ this joint? Can no one give a thirsty vent a drink round here?
Whass this place? A saloon? A salon? Whose runnin’ this joint? Can no one give a thirsty vent a drink round here?
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Isabella Medici 03:25 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
Firewood my friend! Firewood! Best sober up that tongue! My father would have had you swiftly in the furnace. Actually, beheaded first, and then in the furnace!
Meg O'Ryan 03:30 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
Harsh much? OMG Izzy! Lighten up! Donnie had a few drinks. Who hasn’t? He seems like a nice Irish boy.
How’s it going Donnie?
Donnie 04:08 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
Meg, kid, howya doin’?
Meg O'Ryan 06:48 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
I’m doin pretty good Donnie, how’s it with you?
Except I’m not in Potsdam anymore. I’m in Sydney where you can’t even get a real beer. What do you like to drink, Donnie?
Donnie 04:05 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
Listen, Princess, don’t cast stones at me kid – you Romans sure knew how to down a few bevvies..As for the beheading. Geez, if only my 19th century body remained to chop off! I’m all mouth, kid;-)
Oscar 04:06 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
Er…Donnie…Izzy’s from Florence, not Rome.
Donnie 04:06 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
All roads lead to Rome, kid.
Isabella Medici 06:44 on 21/01/2014 Permalink |
Thank you for coming to my assistance Oscar dear.
Mr. Donnie, Oscar is correct. I certainly am not from that vulgar city! I am a Fiorentini, thank you.
Perhaps you are confused because my psychopathic ex-husband Paolo lived in Rome (another good reason not to visit) Perhaps you and Paolo should commiserate, Mr. Donnie. I’m confident your ilk would have much in common.
Or perhaps you are confused simply because of your continual state of intoxication. Either way, it is of little consequence to me.
Donnie 12:56 on 21/01/2014 Permalink
(sings): Meg O’Ryan, O’ Meg Ryan…Meg…Meggie.
When I first said I loved only you Maggie. Meggie. and you said you loved only meeeeee…
What do I drink? Anything, kid. Anything. My jaw aches. If Miss High-n-mighty Medici crawled out of The Five Points like I gone dun, reckon she’d understand better, eh, Meg. Meggie, eh!?
So, Sydney, kid, Syndey. I dunno if I should even know where that is…Keep on doin’ fine, kid. Don’t fall for the devil drink.