When Bloodshot Orbs Are Groaning...

Can't remember the last time I awoke hungover with a hot blonde stuck to my torso on Christmas morning, but my desanguinated, smiling mug tells the sordid tale. The gals opened the champagne just as I departed for death, and the buzzards fly over the wreckage even as I bleed...



("The silent witnesses" -- Claudia's succinct comment.)

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Jesus would want you to know the grape,

Tom