Three Drunken Sailors starting a new bottle of RUM

I have a faint memory of this last bottle we
emptied before i crawled home in the rain.

Since i had shorts, i can still see the asfalt on
my knees and feel all the moskitobites in my legs.

If you click the picture, maybee you can find out
what kind of bottle it was. As i remembered it,
this bottle tasted more smoke than arrak.