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It's 106 miles to Chicago. We got a full tank of gas, half a pack a cigarettes. It's dark out and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
So ended up falling off the proverbial wagon last night. A year and half, gone. Well, lets jsut hope its easier this time.
Had a semi-good time last night. Still wanted to beat the piss out of that fucking kid. But I digress.
Hit it.
So ended up falling off the proverbial wagon last night. A year and half, gone. Well, lets jsut hope its easier this time.
Had a semi-good time last night. Still wanted to beat the piss out of that fucking kid. But I digress.