Yeah, I spent a week there one afternoon. Last time I I drank that crap I cut my way out of a 73 Buick trunk or I got threatened buy a jealous boyfriend and told him I was his huckleberry - don't remember which, may have occurred on the same night or 5 years apartI did that for a month one night.
 I was an ornery sumbitch.
 I was an ornery sumbitch.I ain't like that no more.
			
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