Wishy was being a little bit washy
Brooding at the bar, Wishy was being a little bit washy.
The whiskey had made his speech a little bit sloshy.
I said, "Wishy, I have no idea ~
what is it you want me to say?"
He moaned, "Trishy was never really Wishy's, now was she?”
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