supersonic
Bluelighter
Stained, smells, vomit.
Ouch, shoulder cut.
Why am I naked, why is my fish bowl broken on the floor.
Oh those twelve shots of whiskey, silly me.
Must've blacked out again.
Kiss death on the face and spit at him.
Ouch, shoulder cut.
Why am I naked, why is my fish bowl broken on the floor.
Oh those twelve shots of whiskey, silly me.
Must've blacked out again.
Kiss death on the face and spit at him.