Up the fu**! Here we go...
Drink em fast, drink em slow,
Where we'll end up
We don't know!
We started the night
Stuffing our face,
Now we sit here
In total disgrace.
Drunk off our a**
Getting ready to smoke,
Swisher Sweets
Is on what we will toke.
We hope we don't hurl
But it's anyones guess,
We really don't give a sh** now,
More or less.
We talked with friends
That some wish were lovers,
They would like to be friends
UNDER the covers.
Kdog was there
He saw it all come to pass,
'Til he left at 2:30
With his sleepy a**.
We're not callin' on Scotch
That's why he's not here,
Hope he sits by the phone
Until the New Year!
We never saw Tony
But had a visit from Pig,
Roaming the streets in the night
Seems to be his gig.
Still downin' the Baileys
Smirnoffs almost gone,
But we still have some time
Yet before dawn.
Sam got a letter
On just how I feel,
He better write back
Now that he knows my deal.
The "other Becky" was on break
So she stopped on by,
We all bs'd together
'Til she had to fly.
So here we still sit
Wasted as ever,
We've written this poem...DRUNK
Don't we feel clever??? :)
