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First of all, let's hope lightening does not strike twice. Second, you know you had a good night when you suck on a penny on your way home just to be safe. Have you ever been driving at such a time that you know everyone else is drunk and that, if you weren't so fucked up yourself, you'd try to fuck with them? It's a weird state of mind. The blind leading the blind is less than or equal to the drunk leading the drunk. By the way, this might actually be real at some point. Faking it only works out half the time. At some point, someone wants to cash in your promises - remember that. What the fuck are you supposed to do then, when you never meant it in the first place? Don't forget to give your dog her pill stuffed in a hot dog. Fifty is too slow for the freeway.
I won't remember this tomorrow. This coin has been in my ashtray for eight months. My windshield wipers are frozen. And 40 is too slow for the freeway.
Merry Christmas, vodka anyone?
I stand by the fact the you don't truly know the weight of your drinking decisions until you're staring at the wall across from the toilet while you mechanically pee. Have you ever been the only tire tracks for 9 miles? I never use numbers, I always type them out. Don't worry - I don't know what I'm talking about either. I smell dog food. Who knew the Food Network was on this late? That's a rhetorical question. Maybe I would be better off with a male manager after all. I think I'm better at disappointing women (that's what he said). I can't believe I can still do html this hammered.
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well.
I won't remember this tomorrow. This coin has been in my ashtray for eight months. My windshield wipers are frozen. And 40 is too slow for the freeway.
Merry Christmas, vodka anyone?
I stand by the fact the you don't truly know the weight of your drinking decisions until you're staring at the wall across from the toilet while you mechanically pee. Have you ever been the only tire tracks for 9 miles? I never use numbers, I always type them out. Don't worry - I don't know what I'm talking about either. I smell dog food. Who knew the Food Network was on this late? That's a rhetorical question. Maybe I would be better off with a male manager after all. I think I'm better at disappointing women (that's what he said). I can't believe I can still do html this hammered.
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well.