Wine, by MySurrender Subscribe to rss feed for MySurrender

I like red  and I like white.
They go to my head and make everything alright.
My life aint bad but could be better.
I wish I was slim but I'm still getting fatter.

The wine does make me feel all queezy.
My fuzzy head floats above the ceiling.

I'll wake up with a thundering headache.
Still it was fun and I'd do it again.
Posted: 2010-04-09 19:03:23 UTC

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