We all have drinks that can no longer be drunk and thinks that can no longer be thunk. Off the golf links these two undeniable hunks banter playfully as minx as they lay in their bunks. Swirling their glasses and downing another they prove they are asses and bring shame to their mothers. With silver tongues out whipping and lashing their exhausting their lungs their lives a rehashing. For too long as we are sipping determining whether or not we are tipping. Trying to a rhyme scheme as a description is causing me to have a conniption. Im no Dr Suess I am not lying but fuck mother goose at least i am trying.