The Last Captain

[Drunk Monk]

First off my proofreading blows. But that's not news. Yes, our waiter was a big boy instead of a ninjette. And if he had been sweet on me, my iced tea glass would never have run dry.

My house in Budapest

Shouldn't that be 'Miles from Budapest'?

Good point on the ice tea carafe.  I bet if we fluttered our eyelashes, he would have broke policy and left it with us.

I poached that lyric off the web for accuracy.  Let me know if you need another Elvira pic to de-worm your ear.