Damn what timing. Thanksgiving morning listening to this song is a top 3 memory that makes me wanna give up my clean time. I won’t but the memories are good.
"And we was both jumpin up and down yellin "kill, kill, kill" and the sergeant came in, pinned a medal on my chest, sent me on down the hall sayin' "you're our boy". I didn't feel too good about it..."
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He and his best friend went into the draft office and did the thing, even.
who will make us a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat now?