adam, when i die face down in a gutter as you so romantically predicted, the thought that may or may not haunt you for the rest of you mortal trial is, "what could i have done to stop this from happening"... well, you and i are both calvinists, so what do you say we discuss this over a Milwaukee's Best down on a beach somewhere near the carribean... I would never hold you to blame
i have 18 months to decide. so, if you aren't dead in your own drool by then you'll be a top contender, or starlet rather, or just maybe, the next american idol.
oh yeah that's a great idea... "hey blair, wanna go down to the... oh, you guys are busy, i'm sorry, i'll come back." "Hey lets go to the... oh yeah, no, go ahead, i'll be in the bar..." "I thought maybe we should go back to America now, oh... yeah, ok, you got married in a hut while wearing grass skirts and drinking mai tai's that's cool... well, i got syphilis." NEXT.
I guess it wouldn't be fair for me to ask seeing as how I've already been there and all. But what if I promised to introduce you to my native friends? How about that? What if I told you I'm practically a celebrity there now and we could get all our drinks and meals for free? Then what would you say? Then what?
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im sorry if ive ever puked on you
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your body makes a promise whether you do or not (Vanilla Sky)
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we'll get a hotel by the water and quart of Bombay Gin, the road goes on forever and the party never ends
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"Hey lets go to the... oh yeah, no, go ahead, i'll be in the bar..." "I thought maybe we should go back to America now, oh... yeah, ok, you got married in a hut while wearing grass skirts and drinking mai tai's that's cool... well, i got syphilis."
NEXT.
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