Where were you when he started sinking [RP for dillonmilkshake Tyra]
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Johnny Cash belted out song after song about life sucking. Tim'd lost track of how many beer cans he'd putted off into the ravine. In fact, he had lost track of how many beer cans were at his feet to be putted. He thought there was only one, even though it looked like two...three if he squinted. And wasn't squinting supposed to clear your vision, not make it more blurry. He swayed in place, took a drink of beer and a belch echoed in the dark emptiness. He had on his Panthers ballcap backwards (his hair kept getting in the way of his golf swing...at least that was his excuse) and the long sleeved button up shirt was mostly unbuttoned, a tie hung loose around his neck. He'd lost his pants though. He thought they were at the bottom of the ravine. It was a perfect ending to a fuck-tackular day.
Johnny Cash belted out song after song about life sucking. Tim'd lost track of how many beer cans he'd putted off into the ravine. In fact, he had lost track of how many beer cans were at his feet to be putted. He thought there was only one, even though it looked like two...three if he squinted. And wasn't squinting supposed to clear your vision, not make it more blurry. He swayed in place, took a drink of beer and a belch echoed in the dark emptiness. He had on his Panthers ballcap backwards (his hair kept getting in the way of his golf swing...at least that was his excuse) and the long sleeved button up shirt was mostly unbuttoned, a tie hung loose around his neck. He'd lost his pants though. He thought they were at the bottom of the ravine. It was a perfect ending to a fuck-tackular day.