You're clutching that water bottle of Riesling
Crisp, Dry, Sweet- How ironic.
You and your girls, out for a night.
A well rehearsed routine, for sure.
Oh it's nothing, it's your right.
"You deserve it, go ahead."
90 acres, yours for the taking.
You're blacked out before the first round
You're done before you even started.
We know where this one ends.
No. Actually, my room or yours?
Monday, February 22, 2010
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