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You're Never Going to Take Me to a Honky-Tonk Bar.

Who am I kidding?

Baby, you're never going to take me to a Honky-Tonk bar somewhere east of nowhere. There aren't enough pretty girls there.

I've got news for you: the guys probably aren't easy on the eyes either. I probably wouldn't leave you for some jacked-up gut in a camo vest. Probably. I just think it would be nice to have our fingers and toes tapping side by side. I don't even like bars- but the point is that I would go there with you, where we could be alone in public.

Why can't you take me out to a Honky-Tonk bar?

I don't know of any around here- but just the thought that you would offer is enough to sand the broken glass off of the epic wall that starves my heart into a gorgeous anorexic teen.

But even the thought is too much of an effort for you- you salted dick, I wish I could leave you alone in my mind and get on with collecting gentlemen.

You hurt my feelings fuckhead.

I apologize- you are not a fuckhead. I just curse when I feel vulnerable.

I mouth milk you without compromise and you don't even have the decency to-

You are a fuckhead, actually, that was fuckheadish of you.

If I was your mother I'd be disappointed in you...

then I'd give myself a serious talk when you left the room.


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