Ahh.
Sunday mornings are always great,
waking up with a headache, yawning as you rise and hitting your head off of a blunt object.
Doesn't get any better does it?
I went and got some tylonal
and a hot chocolate and I lazed around
recouperating from my late night of drinking,
saying my daily "Never again" and calling around to see where the party's at tonight.
Sunday mornings are always great,
waking up with a headache, yawning as you rise and hitting your head off of a blunt object.
Doesn't get any better does it?
I went and got some tylonal
and a hot chocolate and I lazed around
recouperating from my late night of drinking,
saying my daily "Never again" and calling around to see where the party's at tonight.
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liante:
Small pets never get very good funeral rites, do they? Oh well. It's not that they're loved any less, it's that they have the misfortune of being small and therefore conveniently disposable.
fatality:
Sounds like a day I would have liked to have had, minus the head-bumping.