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One Last Drink, Please.

If we could share a conversation over a tall glass of beer or whiskey,Then you miss madam have found yourself a friend.
If we could get lost in a rambling of thoughts and dreams,
Then by all means let us have one last drink,
Before we leave and go to a place more suitable for men and women of our taste.
Let me show you my version of romance which involves kissing and rubbing the stress pockets out of your skin.
I will ask you a series of questions and statements
that would leave most lovers aching for more:
"Would you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?"
"Would you prefer waffles or pancakes?"
"I like my hash browns golden and crispy, how could I make them for you?"
"I don't know if you're vegetarian or not, but I got bacon and sausage in the fridge".
"How would you like your coffee? I take mine black".
"If that ain't your cup of tea, then let me squeeze you some fresh orange juice".
"I don't know if you are aware of this, but I usually don't do this sort of thing. So on your way out, if you don't mind, don't forget to tip the chef". �