FUCK
Fuck, man. Fuck that.
Throwing that CD case out the car window was really something (I just bought it that day) and I will never get that back. Thank you for saving the CD, you truly are a good friend. It's a good fucking thing we had been practicing our 'prov, it really saved us.
Fuck this.
What you pulled with that cone. Pulling it off of the ground and then pulling it into the backseat of my car. To top it off! You pulled yourself out of my car and pulled yourself into some trouble. That's what happened.
Then the Fucking Cops.
Started following me in my car. It's not even in my name. And the insurance is expired! What the hell! Who saw that one coming! Y'all were off breaking windows with your cowboy boots. Nashville Soul, you can never escape it. I saw you kick over those trash cans and I am considering turning you in over that. Over all that
Rockabilly Tuesday-a-night everynighters drag me out of my car and start calling me "Mr. Eighteen-Year-Old" What, did my horizontal driver's license tip you off to that one, Matlock. Old man forgot what twenty-two looks like! And those goddamn police lights are going to kill me. I have spots in my eyes, right?
Mind Games. That fuck with your head.
This one tries to give me two options, but in reality he gave me A, B and C! Foolish. I do not even want to know what would have happened if i had corrected him because I am so smart. I would be dead. I know because I am smart enough to know. Also, option A was terrible! We would have all gone to prison, duh!
Fuck you, girl who brought a cone into my car when I was giving my other friend a ride home from the Northside Tavern. (How'd I get in there, Mr. Cop? It's twenty-one and up. Answer: I showed them my I.D.)
Throwing that CD case out the car window was really something (I just bought it that day) and I will never get that back. Thank you for saving the CD, you truly are a good friend. It's a good fucking thing we had been practicing our 'prov, it really saved us.
Fuck this.
What you pulled with that cone. Pulling it off of the ground and then pulling it into the backseat of my car. To top it off! You pulled yourself out of my car and pulled yourself into some trouble. That's what happened.
Then the Fucking Cops.
Started following me in my car. It's not even in my name. And the insurance is expired! What the hell! Who saw that one coming! Y'all were off breaking windows with your cowboy boots. Nashville Soul, you can never escape it. I saw you kick over those trash cans and I am considering turning you in over that. Over all that
Rockabilly Tuesday-a-night everynighters drag me out of my car and start calling me "Mr. Eighteen-Year-Old" What, did my horizontal driver's license tip you off to that one, Matlock. Old man forgot what twenty-two looks like! And those goddamn police lights are going to kill me. I have spots in my eyes, right?
Mind Games. That fuck with your head.
This one tries to give me two options, but in reality he gave me A, B and C! Foolish. I do not even want to know what would have happened if i had corrected him because I am so smart. I would be dead. I know because I am smart enough to know. Also, option A was terrible! We would have all gone to prison, duh!
Fuck you, girl who brought a cone into my car when I was giving my other friend a ride home from the Northside Tavern. (How'd I get in there, Mr. Cop? It's twenty-one and up. Answer: I showed them my I.D.)