So your friends called again, Urging you to slip the chain. You’ll have a brew, and a shot or two. You were stressed but now, You’re the cat’s meow. More must be better, so soon, You proceed to howl at the moon. It all goes fuzzy and you end up catatonic, Then you wake to […]
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