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My girlfriend's father turned Sixty. The party was legendary. I remember everything. By the sea. She was beautiful. The microphone stang my Lips as I read the Worrior's Poem. Her dress was the closest I came To pyjamas this morning. Now her father won't stop Laughing. Bailey's and IPA for breakfast. Sometimes eggs deserve to Remain unbroken. She's warm and naked in bed, and I'm laughing all the way To her.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
The Drunkest
My girlfriend's father turned Sixty. The party was legendary. I remember everything. By the sea. She was beautiful. The microphone stang my Lips as I read the Worrior's Poem. Her dress was the closest I came To pyjamas this morning. Now her father won't stop Laughing. Bailey's and IPA for breakfast. Sometimes eggs deserve to Remain unbroken. She's warm and naked in bed, and I'm laughing all the way To her.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
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