I hate quoting myself, but it is appropriate.
His breathe stank of un-aged Highland Scotch
Astringent, Smokey, and Sour,
Much like a Bar-Whore's Rancid Crotch
I hate quoting myself, but it is appropriate.
>His breathe stank of un-aged Highland Scotch
>Astringent, Smokey, and Sour,
>Much like a Bar-Whore's Rancid Crotch
I'm pretty sure Keats wrote that.
I'm pretty sure Keats wrote that.
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