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How's that go? Ass in the sand, beer in my

  • How's that go? Ass in the sand, beer in my hand? Shoot, all's I'm sayin' is all I got is
  • is some dumb ass skank girlfriend who never gives me any peace all she ever wants from me is
  • to teach her to ride a bike. She's fine with training wheels, but take 'em off and she's like a freshman at last call,
  • she'll take off faster than lightning. Honestly, it's what she prefers. Who likes to be held down? She wants freedom to
  • be with whoever she wants. Which is why locking her in my basement seemed like the only option. Hopefully mother won't
  • take out the stash of poisonous weed hidden inside her left breast and bake cookies in the basement oven. My mom would
  • play Grateful Dead songs until the crack of dawn and then go to work at "The Manhole." Ever since my father left she
  • drank wine and ate popcorn for dinner and wore his nasty, old t-shirts every day. It was a pathetic existence, but
  • it suited him. He never complained - even if the neighbours did about the smell - but he loved his lonely life as much as a miscreant could love
  • his teddy bear. He didn't want anyone to bother him anymore, so he slipped into the sewers never to bother anyone again.

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