Drinking some of my home-brewed wheat beer. Followed by a few glasses of Wild Turkey American Honey on ice. Then, off to the bar to prowl on women who will never be as vulnerable as they are alone the night of Valentine's Day at a bar.
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Life is just blah, blah, blah
You hope for blah
And sometimes you find it, but mostly it's blah
And waiting for blah
And hoping you were right about the blahs you made
And then, just when you think you've got the whole blah'd damn thing figured out
And you're surrounded by the ones you blah
Death shows up... anddd blah, blah, blah.
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