Given my choices at the store id say it was the lesser of two evils but there are definatly better OTC blends out there
The overall period prevalence for smoking was calculated by dividing the number of applicants reporting smoking from 2019 to 2023 by the total number of applicants applying for premarital screening program during the overall period
On September 5, the New York State Department of Health issued a statement noting that lab tests showed very high levels of vitamin E acetate in nearly all cannabis-containing samples analyzed At least one vitamin E acetate-containing vape product has been linked to each patient who submitted a product for testing. The investigation in New York was spurred by reports of at least 34 severe pulmonary illnesses among users (ages 15 to 46), all of whom had vaped cannabis
And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots Theyre gone for beer and tobacco For the heels they are worn out And the toes are kicked about And the soles are looking out for better weather And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where is me shirt, me noggin, noggin shirt Its all gone for beer and tobacco For the collar is all worn And the sleeves they are all torn And the tail is looking out for better weather And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where is me bed, me noggin, noggin bed Gone for the beer and tobacco The springs they got the twirls So I sold it to the girls And the sheets are looking out for better weather And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Where is me wife, me noggin, noggin wife Shes gone for the beer and tobacco The door she walked out For me love of the stout And Im sure shes looking out for better weather And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Im sick in the head and I havent been to bed Since I came ashore with me plunder Ive seen centipedes and snakes And Im full of pains and aches And Ill have to make a path for way out yonder And its all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog All for me beer and tobacco I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander Additional/Alternate lyrics Alternate chorus from Mudcat user Twilight on this thread: Well its all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog Its all for me beer and tobacco I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute And I think Ill have to go back there tomorrow Parent Song - All Through the Ale The hat that I have on, it is so greasy gone And as you can tell by its shining It used to fasten up with a button and a loop But now its all worn out to the lining All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco The coat that I have on, it is so far run down Its out at the sleeve and the elbow Its needing of repair like a soldier in despair Thats been seven years in the battle All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco The breeches I have on, they are so far run down My legs you so plainly can see them Pockets I have two but its long since they were new And I never have a penny to put in them All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco Stockings I have two, but I never had a shoe And my boots they are open to all weathers Ive pulled them off and on till the undersoles are gone And shockingly destroyed the upper leathers All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco As for my rags, I dont give a jag, Im not afraid that anyone should rob me And when I am dead you can put it on my grave I left this old world as it found me All through the ale, the confounded ale All through the ale and tobacco With a whack-fol-the-day, fol-the-diddle, fol-the-day All through the ale and tobacco From the liner notes of Roy Harriss 1972 album The Bitter and the Sweet : In the latter days of sail our seamen had a favourite focsle song, good for bawling, called Noggin Boots or Across the Western Ocean, concerning the sailor, boots scuffed, shirt-tail looking out for better weather, who has spent all his money on liquor and ladies, and now faces a dismal transatlantic trip
Colin Imray, the European police superintendent, grabbed a rifle from one of his men and unleashed bullets, murdering three World War II veterans.Footnote 34 The martyrdom of Sergeant Cornelius Francis Adjetey, Corporal Patrick Attipoe, and Private Odartey Lamptey further fanned discontent and anger among the populace
