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Drunk-erdy-drunokthlkghj

Horse races and towers and shithead.
How drunk will we get?
Drunk-erdy-drunk. Me thinks.
Drunk like skunk, me thinks.
No more time to think...I think.
Oh, I give up.
I'm drunk-erdy-drunk
on horse races and towers and shithead.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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