I was taken down to the Cooke County Jail on the count of me having shot my lover and furniture salesman, Fred Casley.
I was an innocent little thing, born on the plains of Texas, and I had been drawn to the bustle and hustle like a moth to a flame. I was a butterfly, crushed by the wheel of life.
Alone and scared in that jail cell, you made it clear that when you're good to mama, mama's good to you.
Remember when we were arrested in Tijuana for drug trafficking? I'm so glad you have no gag reflex, or we'd still be rotting in jail, our families and friends knowing nothing about our fate.
Remember the night of the graduation party, before everyone arrived, when we went up on Sharon Issbin's roof and pissed down into the punchbowl? Didn't you end up marrying that chick?
Oh HELL NO! I haven't been near a vagina since the day I was born...must have been my twin brother. (I didn't know about this behavior of his, I'll have to grill him on it).
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I was taken down to the Cooke County Jail on the count of me having shot my lover and furniture salesman, Fred Casley.
I was an innocent little thing, born on the plains of Texas, and I had been drawn to the bustle and hustle like a moth to a flame. I was a butterfly, crushed by the wheel of life.
Alone and scared in that jail cell, you made it clear that when you're good to mama, mama's good to you.
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I updated Steve's ringtone to play that song when he calls me. Except he never calls :-(
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Thanks, man.
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