It was just me and Budweiser on Green Street,

It was just me and Budweiser on Green Street, waiting for the girls to show. Johnny Cash was singing about roses and

guns. Getting pretty hammered, i was hoping I had at least a shot with the girl with the

birthmark on her face. It was something about the shape of it that really got me going, as it reminded me of

the country of Uzbekistan. I hadn't been there since the summer of '94 when I had to

go chasing after the meaning of life. Really I just drank too much, passing out in all sorts of horrid places. One time

in the fetal position on the floor of the women's room in White Castle. Lucky for me it was

just before closing time, so an employee entered in time to save me from my woes, which she did by calling the cops

who arrived 3 hours later. Of course, I was arrested. I tried to explain that I was only there because

a girl, but the officer insisted, no persisted, I come with her instead. She forced my hands into the cuffs and shoved

her fists into my pants, instantly discovering my giant, squishy mass of....silly bandz!