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A toast to Champes
I was reading a book about wine recently and I came across this poem (the author is anonymous) about the hunnies favorite beverage.
Here’s to Champes, the drink devine
It makes us forget our troubles
It’s made from a dollar’s worth of wine
And three dollars worth of bubbles.
Inspired… I added to it.
You can buy it buy the bottle
although we’ve bought it by the case
you can get it almost anywhere
we go down the street and get ours from the gays
We drink it from flutes,
But not the kind that wake Jay
We drink it on weeknights
Or anytime that we play
Yes we love you dear Champes
With you, nothing is boring
But beware of empty bottles
near 2 in the morning!
February 6, 2010 - 4:43 PM
BEAUTIFUL!!! I love the flute part. Haha. Such a fun night. 4am and we’re like let’s practice on our flutes. Hahaha
February 6, 2010 - 4:44 PM
LOL.. the flute was a mess.. Love it
February 6, 2010 - 7:43 PM
The flute incident scarred me for life! I never want to be charged by a rabid, tired monkey again!!
Alf, loved the poem. You’re our budding little Shakesgay.
February 7, 2010 - 2:20 AM
wait wait wait.
my favorite part is the way you tagged the post. you stupid bitch.