The end of my line.
"What are they rising to?"
The occasion.
"What are they hittin' on?"
Yo momma.
"What do ya have on?"
Black satin g-string.
"What are ya usin'?"
'Bout three grams a day.
*These were decided last night over several bottles of wine...the evening went progressively down hill, as you can see. However, if you (dear reader) have any to contribute...by all means.
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