User:Aidenxhamilton

Our lager,

Which art from heaven.

Hammered be thy aim.

Thy will be drunk.

I will be drunk.

At home as it is in tavern.

Give us this day our foamy head.

And forgive us our spillages,

as we forgive those who spilleth against us.

Lead us not into temptation

of poncy wine tasting,

but deliver us from alco-pops.

For thine is the yeast,

the hops, and the barley,

for ever and ever.

Barmen