I have scary memories of a night drunk into utter oblivion in a NY bar. Only a few memories of that night mind you, but those few memories were scarring enough. I am glad I remember no more.
Though I do wish I knew how I got from the bar back to my hotel room a number of blocks away by myself (or at least with no one else that knew me) in those wee hours of the morning...
That because Jesus Loves a drunk, looks out for us, makes sure we get home safe with at least one boot off. and then after he has put you down to sleep, he takes payment , and that oh best beloved is why you have the paste in your mouth after drinking to much.
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At least, in these parts.
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the police are going to find you in a furniture store tomorrow morning.
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tub with a hot pocket as a pillow.
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Though I do wish I knew how I got from the bar back to my hotel room a number of blocks away by myself (or at least with no one else that knew me) in those wee hours of the morning...
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makes sure we get home safe with at least one boot off.
and then after he has put you down to sleep, he takes payment
, and that oh best beloved is why you have the paste in your mouth
after drinking to much.
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