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That Was Fun

Never been the nice guy. If someone said I'll pay ya to be good. Hell I know there wouldnt be any use to try. The party is something I know well. Music blasting drinks pouring. Said ya got a secret well get closer darlin and do tell. Your husbans coming home well darlin. I gotta run. Im allergic to bullets but sugar its been fun. We all have troubles. Some preffer to the confessional. Me I'd rather drown my sorrows with a stripper called bubbles. Broken knuckles and half empty bottle of rum. Maybe playing tree tag at midnight wasnt very smart. Hey is normal for your legs to go numb? Nights spent in plessure mornings waking hungover apon the floor. Trying to recall the night of your life. And wondering why parts of your anatomy are sore. No cent left in pocket sipping cocktails beside the ocean underneath that summer sun. Might lead to a early grave. But befor that final breath I'll and say dam that was fun.

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Date: 7/9/2009 8:06:00 PM
JOhn, this is a humorous fun-filled write filled with drunken passion and losing yourself to the night. Glad you had fun, also reminds me of that song, Give me Three Steps, cause you mentioned having fun with a woman who was married. Great Write!
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Date: 7/5/2009 3:10:00 PM
This is wildly funny, John! Enjoyed all of it, especially the part where you flee from your "sugar's" house. You have a great sense of humor! Thanks for giving me some laughs today. Love, Carolyn
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