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tequila nights and whiskey backs

the age old adage rings loud

 

1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila

FLOOR!

 

I look around and I see some simple ********

some lying in their own filth

 

when will you learn

it is sip not slam

 

god forbid you order training wheels

next one with lime and salt

better be eating crisps not drinking

 

bartender pour me the long glass

let me savor a whiskey back

 

 

i've got drinking to do

tequila for me and everyone standing

 

i plan on looking at my liver in the face tomorrow.

 

bring me the bottles

because if you didn't know

joe crow and jameson are long lost cousins

 

and play something loud

lets see if this liquid gold makes them dance.

 

:D

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Mar 11, 2010
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