The Drunk Poem
* * Starkle, starkle, little twink, *
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* Who the hell are you I think. * *
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* * I'm not under what you call *
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* The alcofluence of incohol. * *
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* * I'm just a little slort of sheep, *
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* I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. * *
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* * I don't know who is me yet, *
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* But the drunker I stand here the longer I get. *
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* * So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, *
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* 'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up. * *

girl, you're gonna have to start now to sober Sunday up

I'm in need of some prozac i fink

ok giggles,,we gonna cut you off,,,,,no mo beer for you

I dont drink beer!!!