dinner and a job
i popped off with a pork chop and a wet head and three yellow peppers, twenty two minutes and i'll be in the choke and the color flash with the gasbags and paychecks fully cranked on the slots, juke crammed with free birds and iron men and all i want is a thank you and a dollar.
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