That thing where I get the lyrics wrong and my lyrics are better

I was painting some more and then got bored waiting for a scan to finish (did I mention they take half-a-fucking-hour?) and this happened.

There's still wine in that there bottle. Arrrrrgh. Happy Talk like a Pirate Day, me hearties.  I stopped before there were only painty parts left, lol. It's still wet. I have to finish it when all the wine is out, because COMPLETIONIST, talking to you liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive from the suburbs just north of Toronto.

Yes, it's a school night. It's also Monday so lay off me, man. I need a new scanning solution.

PS - "While at port adieu or die"... "While I pour a do or die".

PPS - I maybe need to calm down a little bit about some things.