As a former Civil War reenactor, I've never tended to Jubal early (Or Grant much Leeway for that matter, but I haven't been singing "Don we now our Grey Apparel......" in years), but the time seems right. Like Jubal, I just ate too, so I'm ready to sing. You got this round. Who's got the next round?


Round, round, got a round,
She's got a round.
Got a round, round, round,
She's got a round.
She's got a rou-ou-ou-ound......."


Or should I take that Brian Wilson s**t out the back left door where we usually keep the beach?......

Meanwhile, our now-healed reptile friend from last Tavern, recently back from a Cayman vacation, just came in through the alley gate and in the side door with a human-skin bag on its back full of copies of "An Alligator Blues Christmas Vol.1" to pass out to one and all.

Some caroler types start singing the taditional Tavern favorite "I Wonder As I Wand Her" and a murmer goes through the crowd, Where IS the wand this year, and who HAS it?".....

Everybody in their new Christmas sweaters are thankful for the abscence, thus far, of any moths.....

The shanty sing crowd next takes over comes in at full volume with "Haul The Decks" and MAG cries out, "What about another round?" and only gets another drink for her troubles, as do we all. The Squid, somewhat high behind the bar, sets the bar higher for all Taverns to come by being able to provide refills at a record rate....

By now, our reptile friend is half croc-ed on Gator Ade laced with Gos Only Knows What.....

And for some reason, there is the traditional long line for the Ladies room again.....