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Sleeping Under the Kitchen Table by GL
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| You're drunk again. You've really gotta stop doing this monday through sunday. | |
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| Why? Some people exercise or collect stamps...I drink. | |
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| Because you're starting to see some weird shit man. Seriously. | |
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| Where the fuck did the bar go? You're not my bartender. You look sorta like my uncle Frank. | |
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| Fuck this. Give me your wallet. | |
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| It's obvious I'm in desperate need of another drink. I thought the spiders were bad but Australians? Fuck that. What are the cops doing here? You didn't let me drive did you? | |
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