Crossing the State Line
Crossing The State Line
One spring,
a car load of college girls
drove around downtown Dallas.
The girls,after dancing and drinking all night,
looking for a hotel to stay the night.
While at a light,
behind a blue car,
that stood in front of their car for
three cycles of lights,
they eased up to go around
the blue car.
When they noticed the head of an old guy on
the steering wheel with a bullet in his
forehead and blood all over the white seats.
In horror they screamed,
driving back to Oklahoma,
where they came from.
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