I Was a Fuck in Mid Twenties.

I was standing in tom poppe's living room, another giant fan. I had it in fuck and stereol i don't listen to a guy who makes bread give me shit. Ewere barely friends then. It was like our first airlyday. Ye, it was a glow. Oh, six o, seven o, low. We were right neck and neck. Let's unowt bo now. Paw, no, no, let's slip. You guys chanted 19 18 in our faces so much so that everyone in the league was doing it to us. And then you fock and lose, and you, as pe quarielli would say, you'e run