The one I had totally turned off just the night before came walking into the party with a saucy smile, and her dark and lovely locks falling across her face just enough to cover up just one of those sparkling baby blues. A smile, a wink and a nod.
Yes, it's me. Yes, I was totally under the spell of golden hops and that damn rye that always gives me those old red eyes. Yes, I am a total douche bag. Anywho, it's nice to see you…
You know sometimes I act the fool. Well possibly a little more than sometimes, but for this story, I'll just say sometimes. I am truly sorry for partying this time. For she was really cute, a lot of fun, and has that lovely southern drawl.
I think I may have recovered. It's stretch, but I think I may just have been able to pull it off. Only time will tell, and only she will let me know. So all I have to say is this.
If you are what you say you are, then go on and use me up.
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