Well, Mister War Head, I reckon you and your swarm of groupies have departed Colfax, Summerfield, and Stokesdale for such destinations as Costa Rica, Kingston mon, the south of France, or perhaps y'all are laid up at one of them flea bag joints on Interstate Fourty, drankin' malt beverages, playing your Hi-Fi set to number ten, a bathtub slam full of railroad gin, some of y'alls women folk going to the Drank Machine in their draws and brassieres, telling unsuspecting tourists the soiled undergarments were their " bathing attire, " flickin' smoked to the nub Lucky Strikes over the lodging facility balcony onto gentlemen's vehicles as they attempt to woo the parking lot hoes, or perhaps you're laid up at the mobile home lodging facility in Stokesdale, listening to Barry White as you whisper into her ear concerning your high school heroics, and how you'll never leave her side, she giving you that damsel in distress look she seems to get every time she gets broke. Please play this next tune for Priscilla, Mister War Head, and an excellent job by the Northwest Vikings Friday evening at Billings Stadium.
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