Amerigo's Lament

As we have not heard from Amerigo in like ever, it was sweet johnson that he finally resurfaced. And in doing so, he has simmered and sauced the aphoristic Bronse. Svenjoy:

"Here is the deal. When I was a yjoung bronse, I had a tap installed upon the top of my brain. A tap similar to the fancy polished black mahogany and brass guinness tap you might find in a sod hut cobblestone pub, behind a solid wooden plank in the dusky backstreets of Cork - similar to the tap in the pirate bar made from the worn wormwort wood of longshanks' peg-leg that when pulled, gently releases the Absinthe chaser - a similar tap to these was attached to the apex of my cranium. For the past four years I have been a walking open bar. I haven't demanded tips or charged a nickel for the swill elixir that has been lubricating the masses. In fact, I have enjoyed watching people drinking up what I have been putting out there. (Like I were the Baltic see they were a cup ah-hah) I have enjoyed it, but the kranal-keg is about to reach the 30 point. (also referred to as the dirty point) I still enjoy it, but I need to start bottling some for later. I guess thats just what happens. First, however, I think I need to do a Keg-Stand, and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to pump."