I just found a new excuse so I don't have to come from around the bar and toss someone out because a girl complained. It was the ghost, darlin'. He gets a little touchy-feely after your second red headed slut shot. He would behave if you would just do a real shot. Whiskey or burbon.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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is that me on the right?
i can see thats you on the left.
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