pilderwasser

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First stop last stop, Whatever day this is. Barstool is still warm from somebody else's stool. Wake me up when we get to that other town.

fell off the wagon, got dragged in the muck. spat on my hand, slapped my face. cried, pissed myself, passed out. got a flat, put a folding tire on inside out in the rain. see, what happens when you wear your seatbelt? take it off dude, take it off.

brush that warm stool off the bar stool. If you sit in that shit first thing in the morning it's going to be a long day riding with a load on the outside of your pants. We're at mile post 166, no reason to wake up yet.

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