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Some days we just don't think

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.