- Category: Misc
- Published on Friday, 21 June 2013 23:38
- Written by Robert Roth
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I met you in my dreams last night, you were wearing a skank tank with a picture of a hot tattooed sailor dude on it, cut just wide enough to see all the hair sprawling across your chest, but just before I sprawled myself across your chest and rubbed up in your beard... I woke up.
I must have more, so tonight I've gathered about 300 of my friends and we'll be waiting for you to join us and finish my dream, meet us at The Eagle after ten pm and bring seven dollars to help pay the DJ I booked for us because I want to give you everything.
ev. ery. thing.