To repost from Nathan's own repertoire...
"I've caroused with a punk, a lightweight drunk
Whose legs were rarely stable
And a highland girl, with the bouncy curl
Who could bounce you under the table
And the Lala in the room who could consume
More than any Roe was able
An an Elezen gent with a constant bent
For awaking in a stable
There's not a noblewoman out there who's so wonderfully posh
That she won't become a trollop when appropriately sloshed...
A puissant Paladin might have a thick skin,
But pass along a pint and he'll fall to sin
Summoners, they say, can stick it away
On a crate of cognac every day
There's nothing that a monk or two won't do
When filled with ale of an amber hue
Nobody can splurge like a Thaumaturge, or half as far can spew
In the mornings, their adornings may be purposefully missed...
And wondering how they got bugger-all pissed!"
"I've caroused with a punk, a lightweight drunk
Whose legs were rarely stable
And a highland girl, with the bouncy curl
Who could bounce you under the table
And the Lala in the room who could consume
More than any Roe was able
An an Elezen gent with a constant bent
For awaking in a stable
There's not a noblewoman out there who's so wonderfully posh
That she won't become a trollop when appropriately sloshed...
A puissant Paladin might have a thick skin,
But pass along a pint and he'll fall to sin
Summoners, they say, can stick it away
On a crate of cognac every day
There's nothing that a monk or two won't do
When filled with ale of an amber hue
Nobody can splurge like a Thaumaturge, or half as far can spew
In the mornings, their adornings may be purposefully missed...
And wondering how they got bugger-all pissed!"
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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