Picturas!

Oi how i miss my old school,

With its bad smells and spices a'plenty.

Though it was filled with incompetent fools,

It had some good folks, what like twenty?




Oh, how i miss the old bar.

Where many a night we'd get crunk.

And luckily it weren't quite far,

In case our DD ended up drunk.



And how i miss my old friends.

The mexicans and even the Aussie.

When our laughter it seemed wouldn't end,

Until we all were feeling quite saucey.




Then the Man came to inspect us,

And told us what we all know.





But when i get back into Texas,

You know the first place i'll go.







Viva Kingsville!

I'd go visit you guys first! (I'd prolly go to the Tap first, by the way, just lettin' you know, then afterwards i'd go check and see if my shoes were still hangin between the chem and physics building, then i'd go to big house, then i'd go check out my old apartment, then maybe spend some time at Rax, but then i'd go visit all you guys, unless i was tired, which in that case i'd grab a nap first.)

Mmmmm....Tap.

Sorry for the long post.