We've been outside on the verandah since 1900 hrs and we're at the point where we're dangerous. Like this:
So put me on a highwayDangerous would mean three iterations o' "two fingers" o' scotch, followed up with three Rusty Nails. It's taking every fiber in my rational being to avoid getting in The Tart, setting her cruise control at 80, pointing her in a southerly direction, and tuning the XM to a blues station, the upshot bein' I could be in Ciudad Juarez before last call (Heh. There's never a last call there.) if I left right now. God bless us everyone for the ... ahem... wisdom that comes with old age, coz I think I'm gonna put it to bed rather than hit the highway. But there WAS a time...
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time