I went to a New Years party at a philharmonic symphony. It was black tie. They made the big stack of champagne glasses and poured the champagne down them. Lot's of girls around my age. It was the 80's. Big hair and black evening dresses. It threw me for a fucking loop. I was like "Thank you God!". I hear you dude. So much of what turns us on was set by images we saw as kids.
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I went to a New Years party at a philharmonic symphony. It was black tie. They made the big stack of champagne glasses and poured the champagne down them. Lot's of girls around my age. It was the 80's. Big hair and black evening dresses. It threw me for a fucking loop. I was like "Thank you God!". I hear you dude. So much of what turns us on was set by images we saw as kids.American by birth. Southern by the grace of God.
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You do act like you dress.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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We've lost our sense of class. We need to get back into shape. Stop turning ourselves into doodle pads with stupid tattoos. Start wearing nice clothes again. It's just not the chicks it's the guys too. I can remember when you went to a club you dressed up for it. You didn't go in looking like a fucking truck driver.
You do act like you dress.American by birth. Southern by the grace of God.
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We've lost our sense of class. We need to get back into shape. Stop turning ourselves into doodle pads with stupid tattoos. Start wearing nice clothes again. It's just not the chicks it's the guys too. I can remember when you went to a club you dressed up for it. You didn't go in looking like a fucking truck driver.
You do act like you dress.The heart is on the left. The blood is red.Comment
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