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04 February 2010

Show me the way to go home

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.
I had a little drink 'bout an hour ago and it's gone right to my head.



I.
Don't.
Have.
Anything.
Else.
To.
Say.

Which way is up?
Posted by mountainmadeofsteam at 22:20

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday!

February 15, 2010 at 6:26 PM

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