Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Not his regular drink,

used to partake to hang with friends,
just rolled along to watch
the chatter,
didn't matter,
a bearded guy with strange accents,
another from out of town,
Lady Chatterly's lover with a bazooka,
and the rest in the kitchen.
She drank with them once, two months ago.
She couldn't always handle her liquor.
Bet they drink like crazy on the weekends.

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