It was a cold and rainy night, not even moonlight to cheer us up. We found a puddle in the street in which to plant ourselves. We let our shoes and socks soak up the water, we let the coffee cup stained by generic red wine swing down around our index finger and find its own slump to match ours, we let the night's events make us cry like a big stupid baby and stomp in the water and declare it the last cup of wine we'd ever taste. We went back upstairs and started some shit.
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It was a cold and rainy night, not even moonlight to cheer us up. We found a puddle in the street in which to plant ourselves. We let our shoes and socks soak up the water, we let the coffee cup stained by generic red wine swing down around our index finger and find its own slump to match ours, we let the night's events make us cry like a big stupid baby and stomp in the water and declare it the last cup of wine we'd ever taste. We went back upstairs and started some shit.
Yes, those were the days! The glorious fall of 1987! What more could we dish out before someone shot us in a barroom brawl?
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