And now... Poetry (sort of)
When I'm in a sober mood, I worry work and think
When I'm in a drunken mood, I gamble screw and drink
So when my moods are over, and my time has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down, so the world can kiss my a**!
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Sorry, we're all out of happy endings. All we have left are the ones that end in horrible beatings...
And the beatings will continue until morale improves...
And the beatings will continue until morale improves...