To paraphrase an old song:
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin. Could have been three or four six-packs, I don't know, she was ugly as sin But I did it anyway, and I think that I am gonna die. Tell me, me oh me oh my.
I ain't no spring chicken and most certainly know better. Very rarely is the little head take total control to what is beyond logic and I don't even drink. Did I say that she was ugly? Engaged a cheap VIP and anything went (and it did). Logic and personal taste went too. Shit.
