Ten thousand spoons
It's like raaaaiiiin, on your wedding day
(when all you need is a knife)
Now, isn't it ironic?
This year is the year of the Tiger - and I'm giving up Tiger for a year (at least). Last time was twelve years ago, year of the Tiger, back in Hong Kong, when I dragged it our for 21 months, then went to dinner in Switzerland with the guy who was embezzling me (and many others) but said he was investing in fine wine (he did have a good and verifiable track record before he went of the rails. Might have known he was dying and thought he could escape; little does he suspect that I'm following him to hell to weak my wevengeh).
Tiger year, no Tiger beer … now isn't it iroooooonic?
(or do I mean moronic?)
