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kyburgSecond verse, same as the first.
Night before last? Fall asleep on couch, rouse self just enough to stumble into bedroom, disrobe and get in bed.
Last night? Repeat. This folks, is called crashing. I don't do it often. Last night, the added attraction was I put my nightwear on backwards. That tired.
This morning, bread pudding. It's what's for breakfast!
Quit looking at me like that. It's got bread, eggs and milk in it...okay, and a huge shot of Jack Daniels, but all the alchohol's burned off and..and..and.
Bugger. It's still what's for breakfast.
Weather gorgeous. Wish you were here.
Night before last? Fall asleep on couch, rouse self just enough to stumble into bedroom, disrobe and get in bed.
Last night? Repeat. This folks, is called crashing. I don't do it often. Last night, the added attraction was I put my nightwear on backwards. That tired.
This morning, bread pudding. It's what's for breakfast!
Quit looking at me like that. It's got bread, eggs and milk in it...okay, and a huge shot of Jack Daniels, but all the alchohol's burned off and..and..and.
Bugger. It's still what's for breakfast.
Weather gorgeous. Wish you were here.
