" Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day."
Juice finishing his song, turned off the shower, wrapped to towel around his oversized hips, grappling a six pack of bud light lime from his fridge which was well stocked with his favorite brands.
He stood there in the dark and gazed out into the majestic night and fantasies about all that pussy about to be had at follies.
There was a faint breeze that stirred the leafs in the trees lining the trailer park into a swaying dance like movement
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Lol, shark..love that song as well but, that shit get old playing poker with some nut job bellowing that song
Brilliant!
Thank you bro, I'm trying to be a more entertaining fellow
Yes you are, but you can certainly serve a better beer
Sorry mikeya...no matter how fancy i try to sound the trailer park keeps coming out
At least you drink Arnie Palmers lite. So do I
Lol, damn dawg i love that tea
Hope you guys are enjoying this new writting styles....been tacking some creative writing classes at ABTech
No you still suck. Go back to 3rd grade.
Better yet, just repeat all the grades, Billy Madison style....
Lol
I like home on the range where I always get some strange
Do you remember that Dean Martin song, "Not the Marrying Kind".
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Shit, you got as much class as me shitting at McD's
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