If I Get into the IHOP

Pigs in a Blanket. Sounds cuddly and warm.

One evening last October,
when I was far from sober
And dragging home a load with manly pride
My feet began to stutter
and I fell down in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side

Then we sang, "It's fair weather
when good fellows get together"
Till a lady passing by was heard to say,
"You can tell a man that boozes
by the company he chooses"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away
 
a conglomerate (who owns crapplebee's) bought ihop a few years ago, their food sucks now. tastes like particle board.
 
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