Purple Piano, Pink Elephants
Your Best Friends Journal
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“Orange Juice/Vodka falls from the sky nearly smacking Willy Nilly right in the face, instead he catches with a little help from his botoxed lips, uses his lavish tongue(good kisser) to open the top and chugs entire contents does not burp but exhales a sign of dipsomania so profound and loud the entire big east is relieved.)
He sits down on the sidewalk takes off his sunglasses and states to himself, “Life is a beautiful thing, so beautiful, I can just taste it.” He then runs to the restroom finds yet another screw driver (half drank) chugs, takes a posh-piss that seems to tinkle for a very long absurdly long time and wipes as if he has a split down there.