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Originally Posted by Avistew
The airplane wasn't working?
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Very fucking funny.
Beside, he was
Goin’ Down to Mexico, after he
Just Got Back From Baby’s, to a little shack outside
La Grange, to get some of that
Brown Sugar. He’ll say
Gimme All Your Lovin’, because he’s
a fool for their stockings and they
Gotsta Get Paid these
2000 Blues or he won’t get
Doubleback, and then he will be a
Rough Boy with
his head in Mississippi. He will then get so drunk that he won’t be able to tell the difference between
Heaven, Hell or Houston. He’ll just head back towards
Viva Las Vegas, where he’ll meet up with some
Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers. He will sit outside of the Casinos, watching all the ladies’
Legs, before finally looking for some
Tush. He didn’t get any, so to look cool he’ll buy a pair of
Cheap Sunglasses, and drunkenly believe that
Jesus Just Left Chicago and was bound for New Orleans. He will then go out into the desert to shoot and kill a few
Mexican Blackbirds. He’ll then be
Waitin’ For the Bus as if he
Just Got Paid, and then he will go back to Vegas and get some
Bar-B-Q. The next morning, he’ll
Wake up with Wood. He’ll blame it on his daughter’s
Punk Ass Boyfriend, and go drive his
Chevrolet all the way back to Texas. ‘Cause he knows
She Loves My Automobile.