drunken rant stop now if you choose....
"Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano,
it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin here? "
I originally thought it would be a rant, but now as i sip this bloody mary, i really don't feel it anymore, so to all of the assholes, and you know who you are , oh sweet bloody mary you know who you are, a toast, a twist of lemon, a dash of pepper, and you are but a sweet faded fuzzy memory. THANKS VODKA, HELPING ERASE ASSHOLES SINCE 1995. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on buddy, this is my world....
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If I hadn't already consumed the rest of my beer tonight, I'd join you in a toast to the assholes of the world. But, ya can't go wrong with Billy Joel..
....so sing me a song on the piano, man......
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