Where's Your Shirt
Standing listing, leaning against the wall.
Danced lots. drank shots. Friends out having a ball.
Bud bumped bouncer, lost his shirt,
imbibed too much and chased a skirt.
Group hug. Uber call. Another good pub crawl.
-Angel Fatale-
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