I'm going to take myself on a date pretty soon now. I hope I "put out".
I've currently got a bloody asshole and a bruised-up soul.
It's all gone, there's nothing left, so you may as well discard the straw and take a deep breath.
Yes, I have friends: Evan Williams, Mr. Jameson, Glenlivet, Johnny Walker (mostly Red, but on a good day Black), not to mention them Christian Brothers and all that sour mash. Just remind me that 40s are mostly my enemies.
All bloated with an aching belly. Feeling rather smelly but it's hard to tell cause my damn nose is still stuffy.
Blood covers everything, my love.
Blood stains on my chest. Blood stains on the carpet. Blood stains on my dress. Shall I send it in a package, through the post, to you?
Who knows what I am to do? What am I to do?
I've currently got a bloody asshole and a bruised-up soul.
It's all gone, there's nothing left, so you may as well discard the straw and take a deep breath.
Yes, I have friends: Evan Williams, Mr. Jameson, Glenlivet, Johnny Walker (mostly Red, but on a good day Black), not to mention them Christian Brothers and all that sour mash. Just remind me that 40s are mostly my enemies.
All bloated with an aching belly. Feeling rather smelly but it's hard to tell cause my damn nose is still stuffy.
Blood covers everything, my love.
Blood stains on my chest. Blood stains on the carpet. Blood stains on my dress. Shall I send it in a package, through the post, to you?
Who knows what I am to do? What am I to do?
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